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Living alone must be fun if you don’t have a rolodex of violent complex trauma
Bringing all the joy of jumping out of your skin & fearing for your life to: Looking in the fridge with your back to the room! Peeing as fast as you can with the door open! Staring at the bedroom door handle to make sure it isn’t turning!
Do I think that the sounds definitely coming from upstairs are actually a murderous villain from my dark and harrowing past hellbent on shiving me in my sleep no am I on the ground looking through the 1” gap under the door to make sure yes
The degree of extremity & terror I can face with nothing short of stoicism, lest it be one of like 3 specific scenarios/triggers. Smh
The way that trauma brutalizes, but equally debilitates you is absolute comedy.
The way that trauma brutalizes, but equally debilitates you is absolute comedy.
The way the phrase “I would do anything for neurotypicality” keeps passing thru my mind, implying that I would participate in extreme situations in order to bargain for not having participated in extreme situations
It’s a LITTLE funny, in like a genie way
It’s a LITTLE funny, in like a genie way
However, if this was a genie thing, then there would, in fact, be someone in my apartment, and that is exactly what I’m afraid of atm, so nix that idea.
Likely won’t sleep tonight, due to both pervasive, devastating flashbacks & how much fun I’m having tweeting about them!
Same, gurl
One thing’s for sure, this CBD isn’t doing shit lol
I never really imagined my 30’s would look like shivering frightfully under a weighted blanket listening to Rainbow Connection, but to be fair, I didn’t really imagine I’d still be alive this long. Glass half full?
If this thread ends, assume that my body has shut down from exhaustion or that this murder genie got me once and for all.
