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I was roped into taking my kids to an amusement park with my husband. I wanted to go because I knew my kids would enjoy it but I knew it would be a terrible idea for me. It was so triggering. I wanted to run constantly, I wanted to cry. The worst I did was walk away to the emptiest spot I could find and curl up and sit down as often as I could...when my husband was riding with the kids, mostly. I suffered and I'm not sure how I survived. I know everyone wants this, but i just wish I could be well.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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