Your Worst Enemy As A Traumatized Person

No, it’s not the emotional flashbacks, the nightmares, or the hypervigilance.

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There is one thing that has gotten me into more coping mechanisms disguised as vices than anything else:

Boredom.

I get bored. I feel antsy, uncomfortable, desperate. I don’t know what to do in my body.