The nightmares are so real it's scary. And I'm never ready for it because it's never the same thing. Every night when I go to sleep I know there's the chance of a nightmare, but I never know what it's going to be.
I had to watch it. I didn't just find her already like that. I had to watch her do it. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move. I jusr had watch. I'm not able to wake myself up. I will stay asleep for forever until something or someone wakes me up. So I was just stuck in the nightmare. Leah slept over at my house and she came in because I sounded like I was crying (which I was) so she woke me up. And then the switch from the nightmare to reality... It makes me question if anything is even real. Am I real? Is Leah real? Am in my bedroom or am I in my bathroom? I just saw my mom kill herself. There's no way any of this is real.
I don't even know if I actually exist. I thought writing this will help me realize that I do exist but I odn't. I fon't feel real.
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PTSD
RandomThis is a book to help bring awareness to PTSD. Despite it's growth in awareness, there are still millions of individuals suffering with undiagnosed PTSD. Additionally, the full affect, and causes are still yet to be fully understood by society as a...
