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No words to describe how I am feeling right now. Scared? Angry? Depressed? Loss for words? At the same time, I don’t know how to start announcing the bad news.
Westy’s in a mental hospital, and she’s lost in reality. None of us knew how she thought of trauma again, but I suspect it was the younger students giving her a lot of trouble.
According to the doctor, it could take days, months, or even years for her to snap back into reality. Every time the doctors, or either us approach her, she’d run away to another part of the room, clutching her head in fear. And when we try to feed her, she’d throw the bowl at our faces.
I’m certain none of us wants to face this. No person with ptsd should face a situation like this. What did she do to deserve this, world?
I depend on you, Wattpaders. You guys should know what to say. All your well wishes will be sent to her by me, and it really depends if your words would snap her back to reality.
I’m signing off now, I’ve got to eat, I guess… (I’ve never eaten or drunk anything since she got admitted to the hospital) I don’t know when I’ll update you guys, but I have to fulfil one of her requests if she’d was stuck having ptsd, which was to make content for her (suck at it, so please bear with me)
I know that request is probably dumb, but I’ll do it.
Peace…