Wow ptsd isn’t fun and neither is anxiety or depression or bipolar disorder. I’ve overcome so much and grown so much and learned so much control and have become a functioning person but some nights it will all randomly hit me out of nowhere like a motherfucking hurricane and tear at my stomach and rip my heart of my fucking chest and kick me while I’m down and spit at me in the dirt. I’m so much more than any of this and I’m proud of picking myself up off of the ground or out of my grave and accomplishing all that I have but sometimes the hurricane hits. Fuck the hurricane.
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These all describe me so well.