At almost 30yrs old I still am plagued by nightmares. I know what you think, it’s just a dream. But you don’t see what I see. Sometimes I’m terrified to sleep, sometimes I just beg to sleep ’cause I’m so tired I tell myself “it won’t happen, you’ll be ok,” and it always proves me wrong.
I know PTSD calls for all this, but my question is… Do they ever stop? Why this constant barrage of horrifying images and scenarios?
Fear is the ultimate form of control, and I am prisoner to one sick bitch’s brain.