Tonight I was at work at a mall and someone started shooting. There were screams and more shots. I froze. Then I dropped to the floor. The first thing that went through my head was Las Vegas. I thought that I was going to die if I stayed where I was. I told my co worker to run and I ran out of the building to a hiding place. I thought that I would be shot while I was running out of the building. I wasn't sure if I was safe. Heck, I still don't feel safe. I didn't have keys, a phone, anything. . . I used another person's phone to call my friend so that she could come and get me. This was the scariest night of my life. I went back in after everything seemed to be clear and got my keys and phone. My meds are in my car so I can't go to sleep. I'm not ok. I don't know if I can go back.
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"I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then." ~Lewis Carroll
Bipolar I
PTSD
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