CPTSD/Disorders of extreme stress not otherwise specified

I haven’t managed to brush my hair, shower, or do any of the daily tasks I need to do.

I don’t feel well enough to go anywhere by myself, although it would be nice. I’m just sitting having outbursts of emotion in between the intense fear.

I’ve been let down by the system. This time, I know the damage is irreversible.

I’ve read Hemingway.

Kind people become readers, until they can no longer read. Then they become writers.

Trauma gives them an encyclopaedia of knowledge – knowledge that even themselves can’t comprehend where it came from. Let them think you were born that way.