Stephanie Foo

you have a right to be here.

I’m tired of pulling. I don’t want to pull anymore.

I want a dumbwaiter, or an escalator, or a floating rainbow drug cloud. Anything to lift me toward emotional stability.

The pain is a fanged beast that I’ve battled a hundred times throughout the years, and every time I think I’ve cut it down for good, it reanimates and launches itself at my throat again.

I care and I care, and I hate myself for it.

I’m so tired now. Thirty years on this earth, and I’ve been sad at least half that time.

There’s no way someone with your background couldn’t have it

Sufferers of complex PTSD have undergone continual abuse—trauma that has occurred over a long period of time, over the course of years.

The tendency to overshare and trust the wrong people.

I am the common denominator in the tragedies of my life.