A week
Of mourning
Sadness
and tears
Listing emotions
Revisiting fears
Inside ptsd
It’s a place
You never want to wander
Flashbacks
Unorganised
Becomes like a career
It’s life changing
Life limiting
But we don’t discuss this
Ptsd is like living
With an extra organ or limb
That doesn’t function doesn’t work
It’s irrational and lonely
And touch is hard to accept
But I am also dying for you to hold me
Trust
Is too
Something ptsd controls
Who do you go to?
Where can you talk?
And
When you are sad
Sometimes it’s a relief
Because it’s better
Than a flare up
From ptsd.
Therapy Bits 
You come here. We listen. We hear you. We grab you and force you into a bear hug without ever once touching you when you can’t bear it. We are here, there is safety in numbers, and you found a puppy pile of folks. So, you come here. So do we. Together, we walk this treacherous path called mental illness.
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So glad you are on the journey with me, Marla 🙌😀🌹
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And here I stay. I’m planted. Like a tree lol
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Lol 😀 great! ❤
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Hahahaa you’re an odd one. Most people are like “no Marla, go away!”
You’re like “yay Marla! Let’s play Bingo!” 😂
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Ha ha, I’m definitely odd 😍😊
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The best sort of odd though: unrepentant 🥰🥰
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Lol 💖💖😄
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