I had a hard lump in my throat reading this post.
It’s a dark side we have no idea about because it’s so difficult to talk about.
Please read it.
*Disclaimer* I am not writing this blog for myself- I don’t need to vent, I don’t need to express emotions and I don’t need to whine about some boy- writing these things triggers me and brings back PTSD symptoms- it doesn’t benefit me at all other than letting me help other survivors relate to someone and bring awareness to those who can’t relate. I am writing this blog solely to help others and raise awareness about mental health.
Picture this:
You’re walking down a dimly lit hallway. On your right, there’s a puddle of bodily fluid with the elderly patient who had needed relief staggering not far away. The lights flicker. There are rooms on your left and then the looming hallway forms a T; rooms line both sides of the branched halls. Each room is small and has rubber covering all corners so that nobody can attempt to hurt themselves…
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