PTSD 

There’s monsters under my bed.

Or maybe they’re just figments of my imagination, 

that linger in my head. 

They’re coming to get me.

But there’s no one to be seen,

maybe I should just let it be.

But oh, no, they’re back again.

Or am have I lost my mind completely?

Nope. It’s just that I can’t make amends. 

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About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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