My PTSD Brain
This poem is about a time when my mother kicked me headfirst down a flight of stairs and didn’t bother to hide her satisfaction. Thank you to 121 more words
6 hours, 37 minutes ago
Through the Amygdala
Hope left a long time ago. It frustrates the life out of me that people tell me I must have hope. Why? Why should I have hope? 228 more words
1 day, 8 hours ago
I can’t sleep so I’m writing this. A ramble seems likely.
Normal is an interesting word. It’s almost becoming frowned upon. No longer is it correct to say that someone isn’t normal. 560 more words
2 days, 5 hours ago
Today my public health nurse came by and she helped me fill out forms so that I could be able to go on respite. We applied to two different places. 155 more words
2 days, 11 hours ago
I sit staring at the screen
Wondering what this all should mean
Is this life some kind of test?
Or just some kinda cosmic jest… 104 more words
3 days, 3 hours ago
I know it’s wrong but what can I do?
There are two versions of me: rational and emotional. Mostly they intertwine so that my decisions and thoughts are made by a back and forth between them. 362 more words
4 days, 8 hours ago
Her words pierce my chest and gut
Broken branches crashing into my brain
She just wants me to be happy
The sadness in her eyes… 101 more words
5 days, 5 hours ago