Posts Tagged ‘ptsd’

fear to stand


you are in the break room, and you hear people whispering about billy the fugitive. they whisper aout how mean he is, how dangerous, and all you can think about is softball. how he helped you ride a bike. how funny he was when he wasn’t pulling your hair. billy is your brother, and despite […]

for years, my mom drilled into me that i was a lesser person because, she said, i had bipolar disorder. for years, i rebelled against that. i only had violent tantrums when she provoked me. my mood swings were not that dramatic, and weren’t unusual for a girl my age, especially not for a girl […]

on may 1st, i made the mistake of looking at my stats. i saw someone found my blog by searching for something obscene and illegal; i panicked, and deleted the blog. anxiety causes me to do irrational things. there is nothing obscene or illegal about this blog. if the cops knocked on my door about […]