Processing, a poem

when memories hit
and all you can do is watch it
your head spins
eyes blurr
you feel your mind whir
you feel edgy
like a volcano waiting to erupt
your head is fuzzy
as you count
1, 2, 3
wait and see
what will happen?
when will this all end?
if you only knew
close your eyes
let it happen
dont deny it
it will be over soon

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Author: Carol Anne

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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