About three or four months after the Jeanette incident, I started having nightmares. At first I would just wake up sobbing uncontrollably and I wouldn't know why. Then the nightmares actually stuck in my brain. I was back in the same situation but someone always died. The first one I remember, Jeanette picked up the knife and stabbed dad. I woke up sobbing again and refused to go back to sleep.
I was good for about a month, then it happened again. This time dad slashed Jeanette's throat. Once again I woke up crying.
It went on like this for years. I talked to Jeanette about it after it happened at summer camp (luckily I was crying quietly). I felt better and I haven't had one since.
I talked to someone about it and he told me he felt like the wolverine.
He doesn't really sleep but when e does he wakes up screaming or crying or both. I pity him because he won't talk but I know sometimes it's hard. It's hard to talk. He is probably reading it right now (*prays silently* lord Jesus let him not be pissed).
I found someone just like me and could fix all my little broken pieces. I don't feel so alone anymore. Don't give up.
I know it feels like the world is crumbling around you and no one understands. Been there done that. But I found someone who did understand. You can too. I promise you it gets better.
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Living with ADHD
RandomThis is a true story about me. Almost like a blog. I have lived my entire life with ADHD and I realized by sharing my story not only can I help myself, I can maybe help other in the same situation. I hope you read this with an open mind and remember...
