Have you ever heard about five stages of grief?
If you haven't, then let me tell you about them
the first one is DENIAL,
the second is ANGER,
following by BARGAINING,
DEPRESSION,
and the last one is ACCEPTANCE.
Well me, I never reached the last stage.
DEPRESSION was where I stuck and it made me suffer one of a kind of mental illness, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or you can call it PTSD.
I was exhausted, so tired of suffering. It took control of my mind, which also took control of my life, the future that I held was so unclear.
I know that in this life, everything is not certain, then it makes everything's possible.
Except death, everybody is going to die, for absolutely sure, but we just don't know when and how. That's the only uncertainty in a certain thing, but I don't wanna die because of PTSD anyway.
I want to live
I don't want the people who teared me apart win
I don't want them laughing at me while I'm crying because of the suffer they gave me
I needed to be healed, so freaking bad.
I needed it.
YOU ARE READING
I AM ONLY DUST
Short StoryA true story based on the real experience of the author about her mental illness and how she struggled to deal and make peace with it step by step through a short look-a-liked poetry story.
