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For now I'd like to go by the name Messi. When I was four years old I experienced something very traumatic. I was burned on my chin, and my right arm. I had to endure the pain of countless surgeries just to try and look normal according to society. At some point in my life when I was still a child I cried to my mother because I didn't want to go through the pain anymore and would rather look the way I did then to suffer from the surgeries. Growing up it was very hard to make friends. Kids can be cruel, yes, but I found it even more difficult when adults would stare or even make fun of me. I always had horrible nightmares of fires or of people trying to kill me, but it wasn't until I became a teenager when I notice that I couldn't handle things emotionally as I tried to before. I was diagnosed with PTSD. I am 30 years old now, I have a wonderful supportive, understanding, husband and we have two beautiful children. Even so PTSD never goes away and simple tasks in life could become more than overwhelming for me. I'm writing this to become part of a community that would understand a bit of what I'm going through and also to support others that struggle with PTSD.
