TRAUMA
I haven’t written, made a video, or posted a picture for months....because I’m sad. My anxiety attacks have increased over the past year. I don’t talk to anyone about them because to be honest there’s a part of me that’s a bit ashamed that these things happen. I’m suppose to be happy. People usually say just “control” them or seek God, as if my bodies natural reaction to trauma is a sin. Honestly in those moments your body nor brain belong to you. You lose touch. You become empty, and every ounce of air that was circulating in you disappears. Nothing else matters because you’re trying to save yourself, you’re trying not to die. At the age of 16 I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression, I was told to be placed on meds but something about medications just seemed like it would do more damage than good. I often wonder what kind of person would I had been/become if we went for it. If I would have become addicted, controlled...happier? Anyway throughout the years I’ve just developed ...