It’s not even 8am and I’ve already thought about killing myself. I’m struggling to stay present today, as memories of the abuse invade my mind. I think all of the stress from his past weekend has caught up with me. My body is physically and emotionally drained. Today, all I want to do is crawl back into bed and shut out the world. I want to take time for myself to sit with the fear and grief that I feel today. I want to heal instead of numb. But instead, I’m spending the next 12 hours at work, where I’ll become more frustrated with myself as I struggle to forget my past and only focus on the present.

Somebody has a case of the Mondays … or PTSD … 

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