dread.
what i feel when i think about the possibility of returning to campus. dread.
school. college. same thing. people. hell.
i don't know if it's possible to stay online this year, or if i have no choice but to go
YOU KNOW I HAVE FUCKING TRAUMA RELATED TO BEING IN A CLASSROOM, ANY CLASSROOM
my psychiatrist recommended EMDR, and that I should discuss it with my other therapist.
i worked up the courage to open up to you about this, thinking you would help me.
i thought you would be supportive.
no.
instead you want me to "get better" and "get over" my years of trauma by August?
my trauma healing has a deadline created by YOU?!
even though i still want to live at home, fuck you, mom.
