I have no ability to link you elsewhere right now, but please just listen to my plea. You are worth so much. Please don't do it. It's gonna turn around. I promise it will. Just look back at my story.
ON TO THE MAIN POINT IM WRITING THIS.
Okay so I was playing with a bunny at the pet store the other day and I got my arm scratched up really bad. And I mean REALLY BAD. It looked like... Well, it looked a lot like it did about three years ago.
And something about it has... Triggered me in a weird way. Like, at first I started panicking about what others would think. But now... I kind of want to keep them there.
Like, maybe I'm just overthinking this, but like.... It's kind of a comforting thing. Which makes no sense. I had similar issues when my arm healed the first time. I remember it taking up a few therapy sessions for me to be okay with it (and I'm still not one hundred percent on board).
Idk, maybe I'm overthinking. I probably am. If I had access to my ORIGINAL coping mechanisms, I'd probably a lot better off. I'm trying with what I have now, but they keep getting shot down too (granted I can't always suck my thumb or pull on my hair, but, ya know...).
Also, I know this is a pretty shitty comeback post, but to be hones I just needed to get this out of my system and I made a promise to myself a long time ago to not deny myself the ability to feel, and to not deny myself the right to express them. So yeah. This post is just a big stupid Drabble about how I'm overthinking about being triggered. Or maybe not. Idek anymore.
I'm just gonna go drown my sorrows in fan fiction like I normally do now. I'll post something less triggering and a bit happier later this week, okay? Just give me some time.
And in case you haven't heard it today: I love you. <3
Sincerely,
-Katie
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