what people don’t understand about post traumatic stress is that you can’t just “get over it.” it isn’t just overreacting or being too emotional over a traumatic event, it’s a mental torture that eats you up inside day after day until you break down crying your eyes out in a room full of people, it haunts your every conscious thought, every action you make every word you say is in awareness of this awful illness that has grown on you. it doesn’t just stop at that it makes you hyper-ventilate and paralyses you, it stops you from getting out of bed, from talking, from feeling, from breathing, from living. it is no longer a result of the trauma, it is now a part of who you are, it makes you hate yourself and everyone around you, it eats you up inside and makes you want to scream until your lungs give out but at the same time never want to say a word again. a year will pass and although you no longer have panic attacks or break down into tears in public, it still creeps up on you and can trigger you at any moment, it takes over your dreams and that little voice at the back of your head you thought was banished returns. so no, i will not “get over it,” i simply can’t.
- Me: let's get drunk.
- My roommate: its Tuesday
- Me: and tomorrow is Wednesday thank you rebecca black let's get drunk.
