PTSD is a bitch. I’ve been struggling with fear lately and my PTSD stemming from childhood sexual abuse is to blame. I’m so fucking anxious. I can’t shake the fear. It’s robbing me of…
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I’ll never forget waking up in the hospital room. Lying under crisp white sheets, an IV in my arm. I was dazed and so fucking confused. The heart rate monitor at my bedside beeped…
