My mind is filled with empty corridors and sometimes I get a little lost in there. No one's around to help me find my way. It's me being there physically, but mentally being away from everyone else.
My therapist always tells me to bring myself back. Ground myself. So there's ice cubes, and frozen oranges, and hot packs, but none of those really work.
I'm stuck inside of my head and I can't seem to get back out. Which some would call a daydream, but I would call it a nightmare.
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Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
