ptsd
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; The storm after the storm.
An open letter to my brother, a child I never asked to raise . Content Warning.
I can’t help but consume your despair as my own, your emotions so closely tied to my own, I often wonder if we have any separation between us, we were born for each other, keeping each other from ending our days in a shallow grave
By L.D. Malachite about a year ago in Psyche
Going Dark
I had a conversation with a friend last night and it reminded me of a pattern of behavior from other people around me. I was letting my friend know that I may not be very responsive in the next several days because of situations that I am dealing with in my life and they responded with the understanding that I am a busy person.
By The Schizophrenic Momabout a year ago in Psyche










