Phoenix-Tyson Sarah Dixon
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Phoenix-Tyson Sarah Dixon (PTSD) was just a little girl when she witnessed her entire family being killed. Now she is in her teens and still remembers everything like it was yesterday. With constant flashbacks and nightmares which come with extreme emotional and physical reactions, she now lives with a mental health disorder called Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
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