Hello everyone. I sorry for not posting but... some stuff has came up.
I started to write on as a way to help with my anxiety and P.T.S.D., I know I was diagnosed with it when I was sometime time when I 10 or 12. It got a lot better as years went on.
But in the morning of 2020 on September 16th, my little sister birthday. My family's house burnt brown. No one was hurt thank God, but I notice my anxiety got worse, I have to fight internally to keep hold and not let it or my P.T.S.D. control me. And those who may know me never seen any signs of either, I have learned to hide it.
I'm typing this because I feel the need to get it off my chest, this is not for pity I just feel safe putting it on here. And I know with time thing will get better.
Peace my hoppers.
