It's so dark. I can't see anything at all. They say that I can heal. I'm not convinced. I have survived and I've been resilient, but the secrets come back and my soul is tormented.
What even is CPTSD? How did I get it? Why has it taken so long for me to figure this out? How many years have been spent in the darkness when there could have been a light all along? I have so many questions...
My therapist suggested I begin with a six word memoir. Okay, here goes..."It was awful. I need help." Or maybe I should use descriptive words. "Anger. Pain. Sadness. Tragedy. Infinitely wrecked." Or how about "Infinitely f*ck*ng wrecked." I think I can do it in three words.
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