Jan 26, 2020
Wouldn't it be cool to like...be able to consume media without worrying it'll trigger your PTSD?
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Wouldn't it be cool to like...be able to consume media without worrying it'll trigger your PTSD?
I've decided that because sometimes i come up with these memories and have this sudden urge to share but lots of people follow me on main that i like and who like me, and who really didn't sign up to see shit like this, i will use this sideblog i've had for too long to share them. I guess it's just going to be a compilation of me processing what's happened in my life. for a long time I struggle with knowing whether things had actually happened the way i remembered or whether i was making it up or really it "wasn't that bad". I think maybe because I was afraid of someone finding out some of it that I lied inside my head so that I wouldn't believe it and couldn't tell anyone if I didn't acknowledge it as truth. Anyway, if you follow this blog prepare to cope with that.
letter under the door-
Hayley, @femalehybrid
Last night you comforted me as I was helpless against the demons that were hooked into me in my childhood. Perhaps the deepest pain that one could feel.
The pain that can only be caused by family.
But you showed me just how foolish these nightmarish hauntings of the past can be, as I slept at the side of those I would happily die and kill for. My family.
Your loyalty truly knows no end. And for that, I will be eternally grateful.
Each day I am proud knowing our daughter will grow as the child of a fearsome, beautiful mother, and the father I know that she deserves. You make me feel closer to him, the man I hope to one day become as I stand at your side.
For now, I remain, regretfully broken.
For years I have harbored many enemies, and with them came paranoia and anxiety, to the extent of what you witnessed last night.
You brought comfort. Though you had no obligations to me, you shielded me from horrors that I thought perhaps could never be quieted.
And you allowed safety, something foreign to a boy raised as a bastard. And you cradled me as I was lost from my own limbs, unable to stand on my own.
For you, I will be forever grateful.
-Klaus
Lol idk how mild it is PTSD can suck a dick