Here I am, 25 year old Wendy Hadley visiting my parents grave. I was arrested after 2 months my brother Peter and I murdered them over the stupid nursery when we were ten. This is their tenth year dead. I believe it was an accident. I was young I didn’t understand. I had nervous breakdown. It was so bad I attempted suicide a few times.
I made lots of friends in the grade school, but never kept any for more than a week. I was an odd kid, not even the school bullies picked on me because they knew. I think they pitied me. I almost wished they bullied me, hostility is better than indifference.
Things improved in college. I started seeing a therapist and got on prozac or something. I dated a nice boy and made a couple friends. College was alright. …show more content…
I got minor PTSD. It was weird because the accident had never really bothered me much until then. I mean it bothered me, but it didn't bother me. Like I never lost too much sleep over it, because it was an accident. But three years ago I started waking up with an overwhelming sense of dread. Like I was in a locked room and the walls were pushing in closer and closer. I could feel my parents in the room with me. I don’t believe in paranormal bullshit, but I do believe that memories are always a moment away, like one second ago is basically no different than 14 years ago. They’re both just chemical memories and they’re both equally real. Time doesn't fix things, it just distracts you. Anything could set off a panic attack. Seeing a steep road, hearing someone cough, seeing a car
I made lots of friends in the grade school, but never kept any for more than a week. I was an odd kid, not even the school bullies picked on me because they knew. I think they pitied me. I almost wished they bullied me, hostility is better than indifference.
Things improved in college. I started seeing a therapist and got on prozac or something. I dated a nice boy and made a couple friends. College was alright. …show more content…
I got minor PTSD. It was weird because the accident had never really bothered me much until then. I mean it bothered me, but it didn't bother me. Like I never lost too much sleep over it, because it was an accident. But three years ago I started waking up with an overwhelming sense of dread. Like I was in a locked room and the walls were pushing in closer and closer. I could feel my parents in the room with me. I don’t believe in paranormal bullshit, but I do believe that memories are always a moment away, like one second ago is basically no different than 14 years ago. They’re both just chemical memories and they’re both equally real. Time doesn't fix things, it just distracts you. Anything could set off a panic attack. Seeing a steep road, hearing someone cough, seeing a car