Every single day I have flashbacks from the events. Every doctor that I've seen has told and diagnosed me with PTSD. I have tried to go to counseling, but I have never spoken to them. Every counselor I've seen and have been to, told me that they can't help me because I don't speak to them. I'm going to be 100% honest, I forgot how to use my voice....forgot how to speak. I want someone to save me and I want someone to help me, but I am too much for anyone to handle. No one would be able to help me. No one would have enough patience to stay by my side to help me get better. I write down everything I want to say and everyone judges me because I don't use my voice. They laugh behind my back and whisper mean things I can never forget about. If only they knew why I am mute.
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In My Recovery (Daniel Seavey)
Fanfic"Something happened to me. Something so traumatizing that it left the biggest impact on me." A/N: The chapters are very short and that's why this book is so long!
