PTSD and idjits
Nothing better to title this post- sorry! lol I lack creativity at the moment because I'm full of hatred and self-loathing. I don't have a therapist because I'm broke ass poor, so this is me channeling all the stupid I've faced today into a good cry-rant session. Pull up a chair, if you don't want to- there's the door. My blog, my words. I'm tired of being a good girl everyone expects. I am SICK of dealing with stupid people, idjits. I think dealing with utter stupidity brings back a LOT of PTSD for me from my N-dealing days. I feel cold, clammy, attacked, threatened and furious all at once. For people questioning and NOT letting it effing GO that my opinion is my opinion and I have a right to it. And if they don't agree they don't NEED to ask me a zillion questions trying to prove that they are right and I am wrong. Get where I'm coming from? That triggers me, it just does. Let it go, don't let it bother you. It doesn't matter. Does ...