harry | percy.
That is very true. Especially when you are the cause of
I died. I was killed by a demon to whom I had previously fallen prey in my quest for vengeance and a woman who tortured me and helped kill my family. A woman of whom I was more terrified than I was of a conclave of dragons. And my soul was shredded by that same demon for what felt like weeks. I felt as though I was being torn apart and eaten alive. I have been having dreams of a goddess of death, and I cannot fathom what she wants of me. I know there is some conflict among my friends, something that happened while I was dead, but I do not know what and it bothers me. My friends found a letter I wrote in anticipation of my death and read it and I worry what they think of me. I still feel weak and I worry it is because my soul will never recover completely. I have new nightmares and new wounds, the sort which are not so easy to deal with. And, in my trip home, I have not been taking my medication and I really do need to speak to my therapist. But I have no idea where to even begin. The dissociation was bad enough, as was the anxiety. The post-traumatic stress certainly didn't help. And the bipolar disorder was definitely the cap on things before. And now there is so much more.
So, in short, I am slightly less fine than I usually am.