I triggered! I hate when I trigger! Everything is great, and then in a split second I am a nine year old lcked in a room, crying my eyes out with no hope, no love, no light, just me in the dark with my pain and hurt like a huge hole right through me that refuses to fill up, and leaves me crumpled up hoping to die, and hating God for allowing me to live threw this, but thanking God for giving me one more day, just one more day, but PLEASE God help me get away, please help me get away, or let me die. I start to shake and cry, and I am so scared, scared of everything, every little noise, movement, people around me. Suddenly I feel like a freak. I am a survivor! I survived, or did I? Why did I survive, just to keep fighting demons that aren't even real, but rather a reality that won't go away. It's like it sneaks up invisible and evil, and grasps me by the throat, and I am trying to scream for help, crying, and fighting a being that isn't even there! How am I a survivor if I am still fighting?
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