I feel disconnected from literally everyone and everything.
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I’m just really tired.
(that’s it, that’s the post)
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can’t seem to shake it
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You took so much from me
My innocence, the most fragile of them all
You didn’t care, you didn’t think
Please tell me what you thought
Looking back I weep
For my young, delicate being
If I could touch her, as often as you did
I hug her tight and tell her to stop
I would hold her and tell her
As many times as it takes
To please back away
That it’ll be okay
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Being diagnosed with PTSD, and processing through what that means, sometimes feels more intense than the trauma itself. I feel heavy, my heart feels heavy and broken and raw. Does anyone else ever feel this way?
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I searched your name
I read for the first time in months
That you loved me
Again and again
Then I read how mad you were
I watched the anger progress
I noticed when you were tired of me
I noticed when you were giving up
I noticed how upset you were when
I didn’t give you control
I know you wanted to protect me
But it very quickly got old
The way you talked to me went from
Over the line to completely unfair
Every time you thought it was your place
To say something, you were wrong
It wasn’t
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reminder for me, reminder for you
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It becomes difficult to deal with everyday life because you have hid your soul in a dark corner so it doesn’t have to face the dangerous world of the Trauma. Without your soul, you are only half a person, a machine who is constantly running from reality.
Amy Oestreicher
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My guardian angel.
On the first night, we talked for four hours. Only a couple of nights before I had a really scary, unexplainable, will-haunt-me-for-years-to-come, nightmare. So, I think I was already on an edge to spill this information I’d never told anyone.
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reminder for me, reminder for you
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6 years later I finally told her that that ten minute hug was me literally running away from sexual abuse.
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Keep breathing and take today one breath at a time.💛
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I skipped class.
I have only skipped one class in my whole life and it was my social studies class in the seventh grade. He said that as soon as I gave him a kiss I could go to class and I said deal. But...I couldn’t kiss him. It wasn’t a big deal, really. It was just a kiss on the cheek but it felt like so much more.
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Your feelings are valid.
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