Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Trauma.
I affect everyone differently, but I hide from the minds of those who have not yet met me. I'll try to convince you I don't exist.
I'll make it hard for you to be who you were before you met me. I'll make it difficult for you to even remember that person.
I'll make everyday tasks feel like climbing Mount Everest.
I'll continue getting stronger every time we meet.
I'll convince sleep to stop visiting.
I'll stand by as you relive your meetings with me.
I'll take over your mind until you feel my presence there.
I'll drown out the familiar voices of reason and logic.
I'll have you running in circles until those around you question your behavior.
I'll make it difficult to explain me away.
The more you try to hide from me, the harder your life will become.
If you try to drown me out, my friends will surely find you.
Be on the lookout for my good friend Addiction. He takes the physical form of numbing agents, but if you walk off with him alone, he will inevitably lead you right back to me.
You may encounter my friends, Depression and Self-harm. Consider them my hit men.
Don't forget about my friend, Cycle. He might pretend to help you heal by finding others for you to personally introduce me to.
When I got you, I've got you. There's only one thing I hate: my name. When people speak my name openly, I start to diminish. It may take years for me to become so injured I can no longer peel myself off the ground to continue my vice grip on your life.
Until then, I'll be with you every minute of the day. I'll grow strong watching my impact on your life. Your attempts to overcome may paralyze me for a while, but when if you take off the gloves, I'll meet you on the next corner.
Yours truly,
Trauma
As told by Teesha Sharma, (June 27, 1992-February 15, 2019)
I affect everyone differently, but I hide from the minds of those who have not yet met me. I'll try to convince you I don't exist.
I'll make it hard for you to be who you were before you met me. I'll make it difficult for you to even remember that person.
I'll make everyday tasks feel like climbing Mount Everest.
I'll continue getting stronger every time we meet.
I'll convince sleep to stop visiting.
I'll stand by as you relive your meetings with me.
I'll take over your mind until you feel my presence there.
I'll drown out the familiar voices of reason and logic.
I'll have you running in circles until those around you question your behavior.
I'll make it difficult to explain me away.
The more you try to hide from me, the harder your life will become.
If you try to drown me out, my friends will surely find you.
Be on the lookout for my good friend Addiction. He takes the physical form of numbing agents, but if you walk off with him alone, he will inevitably lead you right back to me.
You may encounter my friends, Depression and Self-harm. Consider them my hit men.
Don't forget about my friend, Cycle. He might pretend to help you heal by finding others for you to personally introduce me to.
When I got you, I've got you. There's only one thing I hate: my name. When people speak my name openly, I start to diminish. It may take years for me to become so injured I can no longer peel myself off the ground to continue my vice grip on your life.
Until then, I'll be with you every minute of the day. I'll grow strong watching my impact on your life. Your attempts to overcome may paralyze me for a while, but when if you take off the gloves, I'll meet you on the next corner.
Yours truly,
Trauma
As told by Teesha Sharma, (June 27, 1992-February 15, 2019)
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