

You see, institutions try and break us down. Dissociative PTSD is the worst. I have it alongside my CPTSD.
But when you have the highest level of PTSD on no medication (because I haven’t picked it up yet due to pain because I have physical ailments), you pray and hope Carl Jung’s theories are correct. That’s if I’m a real INFJ.
The problem is, I know it’s impossible. I mean, I came to Scotland, studied, worked, did all the necessary things, and my CPTSD still managed to creep back in full force.
Then my dissociative PTSD is triggered whilst I’m sitting there playing tennis in the spiritual realm of the universe.
I have chronic kidney disease stage 2. I can’t drink. My body wants to survive when it already died in 2018.
Even though I’m suffering, my family want to break me down even more.
Who’s the one with the real empathy?
That would be me.
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