December 1, 2017  |  0 Comments

    The words “police”, “police station”, and “interrogation” were floating around. I felt anxious, and experienced a flashback so intricately twisted, I felt the rush and heat in my body. It felt so real. Like I was there again. It spiraled in my head and took back to the cold tightness of handcuffs on my wrists, arms in front, hair askew, over-sized clothes, and head down in front of a deeply angry and vindictive judge blaring questions.

    But alas, I opened my eyes mere seconds later to find myself still at my desk at work with my excel sheets open in front of me, and papers strewn about my desk, only to be reminded of my reality. PTSD at its finest.
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