What it's like to have PTSD...
Some days I wake up not able to breathe.
Some days I worry I won't wake up at all, and I am just stuck in my nightmare.
Some days the past just keeps playing on repeat, flashing back over and over.
My heart races.
My breath quickens.
My muscles tighten.
My head spins.
My urges rage.
I cry.
I scream.
I hit.
I suffocate.
I drown in the past.
I wish this would all go away.
I wish I could cope.
I wish I could "just get over it".
I wish I could "move on".
But I can't.
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It's All In Your Head
詩歌A series of poems about my own mental health struggles, and how I am learning to get by.