When you can’t do anything else, work. Having PTSD is no fun. Being triggered into a full blown event? Not fun. The person who triggered you making sure they keep the trigger down? I don’t have words. Shaking too much to control a paint brush for two days now. Can’t sleep. Fighting off panic attacks. Fuck, I’d love a soundproof dark corner, somewhere. Anywhere. Someplace I felt safe. Not liking life much right now. So, work.


8 thoughts on “When

  1. C, I’m so sorry. Please remember that you are always in my thoughts. ♥

    *virtual hugs and kittens and chocolate*

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