Dear Journal,
Well, I failed miserably today. I thought I was really doing well driving in town, but as soon as I reached the highway I panicked. Suddenly, I was claustrophobic with imaginary trucks coming at me. I was boxed in and couldn't get out. It's good that Dad was with me and told me to get off the highway. One minute I was fine and the next minute I completely lost it. I was back on I-81, Kelly next to me. We were listening to music and then I was being cut out of the car. Is this what PTSD looks like?
I thought I was over this, or at least had accepted it, but now I'm not sure. And to top it all off, Kelly's parents, who have been so kind, dropped by the other day to see how I was doing? How come they don't hate me? I killed their daughter. Some people are just too forgiving.
And speaking of forgiving, there seems to be some of that going on around here lately. I wish Mom would forgive Dad and we could get our family back again.
But, I digress. I need to tackle my problem now. I think I'd better call Dr. Connelly and have another session with him. I need some help now.
Theresa
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General FictionDanny Foster is a typical teenager on the surface. The third child after two high achieving sisters, he just blends into the household, barely noticed. When his sister, Theresa, is paralyzed in a car crash on her way home for Thanksgiving break her...
