When I was about 6 years old, I accidentally stepped on a tiny sewing needle and the tip of it broke into my foot. My mom tried to take it out with a tweezer, she tried to squeeze it out, shake it out, but nothing worked.
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Read MoreI was on my hands and knees on my living room floor, uncontrollably shaking to my bones and sobbing. I felt terror and hopelessness but mostly I felt so alone in this world. It was suddenly dark outside and I noticed that I have been crying for nine straight hours. I paused and wondered if that was a normal reaction, what is normal in a situation like this? Was this my PTSD, is a past trauma being triggered by the sound of violence and rage?
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