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Whenever I hear a buzzing I freeze my body in fight or flight mode for the bee, the wasp, maybe even the fly or whatever could hurt me really people will say "Calm down, it's just a bee, it can't hurt you" But the world can be a scary place I know I have seen it I have come back from the dark too many times to ignore it fought off monsters too many times to believe they do not exist so the familiar humming, low drone of a flying insect is a sound many can ignore and just bat away but it reminds me of the sting of many experiences that came before it so I freeze and stand on guard waiting for whatever can hurt me to pass never truly relaxing knowing that things that sting can come around all too often.
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
the buzzing.
Whenever I hear a buzzing I freeze my body in fight or flight mode for the bee, the wasp, maybe even the fly or whatever could hurt me really people will say "Calm down, it's just a bee, it can't hurt you" But the world can be a scary place I know I have seen it I have come back from the dark too many times to ignore it fought off monsters too many times to believe they do not exist so the familiar humming, low drone of a flying insect is a sound many can ignore and just bat away but it reminds me of the sting of many experiences that came before it so I freeze and stand on guard waiting for whatever can hurt me to pass never truly relaxing knowing that things that sting can come around all too often.
things that sting can come around all too often.
#trauma#recovery#living#fear#depression#emotions#feelings
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21/Cisgender Female/UK
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
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