Fried Eggs

2018.01.21, by Ansel
Filed under Grief, Journal, Personal, PTSD

Not sure how to ask for help anymore. Every time I try, steel jaws close around me and I lock down as if I have to defend myself in a knife fight. I don’t really enjoy talking to people anymore unless they remind me of my friends. Every time I try to like or believe someone else, it feels like a dangerous mistake. Like I’ll be crushed by spikes. Funny thing is, I’m not sure how much I’d feel it if something like that actually happened. Had a surgery recently and the doctor told me I’d have to be on norcos for a week. I took ibuprofen once and that’s all I needed.

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