Three weeks ago my therapist of two years asked me a question. I instantly lost it, broke down crying, doubled over in the chair in pain crying. Took a while to compose myself. You know I still don't even REMEMBER what the question was.

Wish I hadn't taken the lid off the box Alexandra? Wow Girl, you said a mouthful of truth there. So much I just wish I didn't know right now. I need time to rest, heal and grow in a world where weakness = death. Kek, one word for both things. I know I'm not going to be able to do much of anything, be any use to anyone, even myself if I don't focus on myself on my needs, on healing and growth. Seems it just isn't allowed.

Bend till you break then when you know to much and say "Wait, WHAT?" they throw you away like yesterdays garbage.

Yeah, I wish I didn't know the things I do. I also wish I didn't have PTSD or anything else, but I do and I have to figure out how to live with it somehow. The knowing, gods that is for me the hardest part. I know the lid is off the box and I want nothing more than to put it back on and bury it under a ton of lead and concrete, but that's so not going to happen.

So Alexandra you're not alone. I hope it helps, I know it helps me some, but I wish no one else, not you, not anyone had to go through this.