Please, Let It End

PTSD triggers come out of nowhere.

You hear a sound, and just like that, you are terrified. You struggle to breathe properly, your chest tightens so much that you think you could possibly even die – all due to a noise. 

Being alone is hard for me because of this. I have never been one to like being alone, and after my trauma occurred this fear heightened tenfold. Then I was diagnosed with PTSD, which although, gave me hope in knowing that I wasn’t a freak for having these reactions, was the biggest blow to my mind yet. 

So whenever I am alone, hell, even with someone else in my company – I am scared. I am yet to find something that stops me from feeling this way. 

Every waking moment of my life is in terror and I don’t know how to stop it. 

This isn’t just the being alone and hearing things factors, it’s the flashbacks and vivid nightmares. It never ends. 

I just want it to end. 

Please, let it end. 


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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