Today sucks. I woke up at around 8:30, as I always do on the weekend, except today is Memorial Day, so we get Monday off. A couple of minutes after waking up my father sat down with me so he could help me with my Pre-Calculus homework. 367 more words
PTSD is real. The anxiety, the loneliness, the triggers, it's all real. I would know. I never thought I'd be diagnosed with PTSD but life had a different plan for me. Having a great support system has helped tremendously and so has therapy. It does get better but it definitely has its ups and downs. But hey, that's life, right?