SomethingAnonymous
Joined October 2020
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PTSD
The darkness was healing. Not being able to see anything around me, being able to enter a state of imaginary beings and happy thoughts. Unicorns and rainbows, future goals and thrilling travels. As I’d get lost in my imaginary world, reality would creep in when I’d snap back by a pull or a tug or the haunting scent of drugs I despise till this day. An eight year old child. Who goes through that? I’d often find myself wondering.
By SomethingAnonymous3 years ago in Psyche