She numbed her pain. She blanked out her traumas, constantly striving through life finding a creative outlet to release her ideas, people took from her.
And they just kept taking.
She didn’t understand why. She didn’t understand how those who want to hurt others were attracted to her.
She asked for help so many times but no one heard her voice.
She became an archetype. A hidden force of nature who appears well rounded on the surface.
Over time her body began to collapse as her traumas weighed in on her body. Ailment after ailment arose. Scared, isolated, confused. She scattered. She got angry. She suppressed. Looking for a way out, searching for anyone to help her.
But no one came.
Not a single person.
They blamed her.
They told her her abuse she suffered with was her fault. They told her she was imagining her pain.
They told her her traumas weren’t real so she had no choice but to bury them deep into her unconscious mind.
One day, these exploded. They rose up. Without warning. Gradually. Indecisively.
She forgives others, but they still wanted to hurt her. Until she became numb, frightened, and scared.
She has to accept to not fear death to survive. She’s feared death since she was 7 years old. She’s not a personality type. She’s a phenotype. A different biological species put on this Earth to find ways to heal it. 7 years ago she had her first PTSD attacks. We’ve been tracking her for 7 years now.
CPTSD/Disorders of extreme stress not otherwise specified 
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