I cut my finger with an X-acto blade in art class second period, and didn't notice all day until my pen leaked onto my hands in fourth period and stained the cut. (Also the pen was red so I've been walking around with my hands covered in red ink and I've had acquaintances ask if I was okay, and many friends accuse me of murder)
Had my first PTSD flashback that I actually knew was a PTSD flashback. For the past like, 2 years, I've been having these random panic attacks where images of bad things that have happened to me pop into my head and feel so realistic.
Somehow I didn't realize it, but those are definitely actually PTSD flashbacks. And I didn't figure that out until last night, when I had the first big one I've had since I got diagnosed. Then it all clicked and I realized that like, half my panic attacks have actually been caused by PTSD flashbacks. So now I know I definitely filled out a few questions wrong on the questionnaire.
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sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.
One of the problems with my brother leaving for college is that now my parents might start to notice I exist...
Me: literally just chilling about to sleep
My brain: cooking up the most disturbing, detailed, horrible, gut-wrenching intrusive thought ever
Me: don't do it...
My brain: here's an image of your abuser sitting over your motionless body and eating through your flesh and organs. I made it myself.
The fact that this is pretty much canon is hilarious
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Worst dog name, go.
I have absolutely no idea what this blog will hold. random thoughts? art? stories? probably just whatever comes to mind. you can call me Iris. she/her
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