Shout out to all my bitches with PTSD, C-PTSD, trauma-based compulsions, newly onset illness after a traumatic event, and my bitches who get stuck in their own head and feel ghost hands and have deep lore that informs how they act today. Shout out to anyone who's ever had to weigh how badly they want to be vulnerable against the potential psychic damage they might inflict by sharing their disturbing lore.
You deserve a whole life filled with people who will accept you, lore and all, and situations that are comfortable and in control. I hope there's a point in your life where (mostly) all of your conversations can be safe from random landmines, and your home is a place you return to for comfort and rest. I hope you get more full night's rests than sweaty nightmares or evenings staring at the ceiling. Your time will come.
