My eyes are burning, they’re so tired. I had yet another shitty night last night. Thank f**k for auto correct because I am making so many damned mistakes. I keep nodding off for a minute then jerking awake and looking around, trying to clear my head. I feel so shitty and shaky.
I racked up three flashbacks last night. They were flown blown, with sight, sound and touch. I could feel him on me. I could feel him in me. I staggered to the toilet and vomited after the third one. It was especially bad.
As a result, I can barely function this morning. My cup of tea has gone cold. That kind of seems like a metaphor for my soul. Cold and empty. There is nothing left to give. You tell me to cheer up? That just won’t happen. I challenge you to spend the night with my demons and see just how you fare in the morning.