For the first time ever I had a flashback that hit me so hard, emotionally, that I was sobbing and couldn't breathe. I was watching myself being chased around, caught and then dragged around by my hair by my step-mother. I was so scared, it was sooooo real at the time. I think it was Jo-Jo (my alter) that was being chased, but she won't tell me about it. That poor little me. I wanted to help so badly. I wanted to beat the crap out of my step-mom. I was very angry and very scared.
I am afraid to go to sleep as I don't want to dream about it.
I am so afraid of my mind....I hate it.
Blah, anyway...you don't have to respond if you don't want to. I know I have been gone a few weeks and you all probably don't even remember me. I guess I just really needed to vent.
Thanks if you read this far.
BJ
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