Emotional Rollercoster Act I

          Sometimes I think of myself as a special kind of poison. When that has a really nice 

flavor, scent and it's own unique feeling. I feel like I attract people, which is nice, because I 

typically like people. Well, the nice ones. The problem with me is that I'm one of those poisons 

that slowly eats away at everything, it starts when we meet, and then, if we become friends (or 

more than friends) I feel like I just eat everything away until you are left with just me. Which is 

good for me, because I love having friends, but its bad for you, because.. well, you just have 

me. 
         
          I know that this sounds kind of sad and give me attention-ish but it's just how I feel. I think 

Harm knows all to well of my poison. When I moved to Oregon to live with my grandma, one 

could say I was an emotional wreck. I was diagnosed with PTSD and along with that came 

anxiety attacks that rocked my world, and no, not in the good way. I'm talking, movie status 

panic attacks, rocking back and forth, breathing heavily, panting, crying. I was a disaster. My 

grandma knows all too well about my issues, as well as my therapist. 
          
          When I met Harm I was better, but definitely not what you would call a sane person. He'll 

read this and disapprove, but he has saved me just as much as my grandma and my therapist 

have. They all worked together without necessarily meaning to to help me become a semi-

sane person. Harm is the epitome of understanding and empathy, because, although he did 

not know what it felt like to be in my shoes, he tried his best to understand me and, best of all, 

he believed me. 
         
          I had only been dating him for two months when I told him about my past, he didn't 

second guess me or ask any questions, he didn't say he was sorry. I hate it when people tell 

me they are sorry for what I've gone through. He didn't. He just nodded his head, looked me in 

the eyes and told me that I was strong, and that I deserve to be treated like an absolute 

princess. So what did he do? He treated me (and still does) like a queen. He believed me, he 

believed in me and he didn't say he was sorry. I fell in love.