Well… Well I was kind of hoping that writing about how I’ve been feeling would help.
Something happened. THE trigger.
I can’t… I’m angry. I’m scared. I’m fucking all over the place. And I’m getting angry at every little thing.
Or if I try to explore my feelings… Or something comes up that nudges a memory related to THE TRIGGER… I’m…
Look. My throat is starting to close up and my chest kind of feels like a heavy brick is beginning to lean on me.
Deep breaths, stay in the present.
Aaaaaand my mom turned on the news and my brain kinda exploded there for a second.
My dad’s a fucking alcoholic.
There. I said it.
Fucking fuck fucker.
What a fucking asshole.