things i've learned in therapy,

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 the life I know I deserve.

This fear is crippling

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, robs me of sleep. I’m paranoid, hallucinating and constantly anxious. I’m afraid that my dead abuser is coming for me. I’ve seen him standing in my bathroom. I’ve felt him crawl into my bed and straddle me, legs on either side. I’ve heard his footsteps late at night.

He was untouchable in life and I’m convinced that he’s untouchable in death.

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