bollweevil

I am having trouble in my CPR class. Every time I go to revive one of those dummies I think about trying to save Dad.

It's going on two years and everything is triggering me. As long as I don't think about the details I'm fine. I would do that but I can't help it. I cant help but remember the noises he made, the smell of the vomit, his head misshapen and covered in sweat, his jaw clenched so tight that I couldnt open his mouth to clear his airway

The hospital, the funeral, the institution at Christmas

For those of you who got here late I'll fill you in on an important plot point

I have demons