I don’t know how but the other day at school we got on the topic of PTSD and I mentioned that I have mild PTSD from an event that I don’t really feel like sharing, and now I keep remembering it.

Most of it was emotional abuse where I would feel like everything was my fault, and I also barely left my room and barely ate.

Every time I think of it I just wonder how I’m able to be happy most of the time even though thinking of it makes me upset and kind of scared.

My life’s been pretty hard, but I never talk about it because I don’t want to cry in front of people because that makes me feel weak. I know some people have had it way worse than me, but things were really hard at the time, and I’m better now, but when I think about it I feel horrible.