1/7 nights drunk - success. (Compared to every night/day.)
PTSD is kicking my ass. The flashbacks make the world fill with hate and sometimes, I just want to rip my skin off because it crawls with disgust and loathing. And no amount of bathing washes the deceit and shame away. I hate the flashbacks and I don't know what triggered me. I was doing so well but I tried to work through it today without any alcohol but I couldn't so now I'm drinking and trying to silence the blood and screams and the locked, dark closet.
And if I hear one more bitch moan and cry because someone threw fireworks at her and now she's got PTSD, I'll cut them. They don't know what a soul fracture is. Srsly.
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