Lately, I’ve been getting pretty angry and short-fused. I’m young and just starting life in general, but at the same time my PTSD and depression have made their grand debut. I was doing fine in life—nothing much going on—then my friend decided to pass on, is all I’ll say. A few months later, my mother nearly passed as well, and then my sister had her baby (this is important to the story, by the way).
Then the flashbacks started. I felt like I was losing my mind and was terrified. My first one nearly sent me over the edge. After that, I realized it wasn’t going to get better if I never told anyone about it. My sister—the one who had the baby—had SA’d me multiple times when I was younger, and the flashbacks became almost every day at the same time.
Now, after therapy and everything, I feel like I’m losing myself. I was doing fine for a bit after starting therapy, but recently I’ve been getting angrier. I feel like I was almost robbed of a normal life by my sister, but I also feel like it’s my fault that I’m here.