PTSD

Date: 1/9/2019

The setting is a childhood home, I started arguing with my mother because I said I was leaving and she told me I wasn’t going anywhere. I told her I’m 25 years old, she can’t treat me like I’m her prisoner anymore. She comes over to me and rips me up by my hair like she used to in real life, as a kid I wouldn’t have fought back. This time I woke myself up because I punched the air trying to fight off my mother. I had reoccurring dreams of being trapped, contained, beat from the age of 18-22. I hardly have dreams like this anymore, but sometimes they creep up from my unconscious to remind me of the past I try to suppress.