Going nearly a year with almost zero symptoms of your PTSD and then deciding to make a series of vulnerable life decisions in one day.

After basically not sleeping or eating.

Then you start to hardcore disassociate.

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Which then probably tanks a good thing when you had ALREADY successfully made a vulnerable leap on that thing.

It’s like my brain can only handle so much emotional vulnerability before it short circuits and throws a temper tantrum to rival that of a pissed off, hungry 2-year-old.

Because Raptors apparently can’t have nice things.