Well things are getting dicey, folks. My brain is trying to protect me from remembering the trauma but in a bad way. I’m manic af. I can’t concentrate for s***. I’m talking like a madwoman. I’m hearing muffled music. I feel completely untethered from earth. I’m glad I wrote out the list of grounding skills for you Beth lol I need some myself.
I’m not safe to drive I can’t tell what’s a good move or not. I cut off two people I’m pretty sure. I better stay off the highway if I feel this way tomorrow. There’s an indirect way to get to program. I’m scared of Ubers and Lyfts already and I’m positive if a man showed up I wouldn’t be able to get in the car. I don’t know if anyone else who could drive me. RS goes to work at 6:30 and doesn’t return until 4:30.
Dammit.
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Of course it is happening inside your head. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
-Albus Dumbledore
That’s life. If nothing else, that is life. It’s real. Sometimes it
f—-ing hurts. But it’s sort of all we have.
-Garden State
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