People are quick to make trigger jokes. Its a joke. Its a joke. Its a joke. Sometimes jokes turn into real life, and blood is left pouring to the floor mixed with the salty stains from your tears. Being triggered isn't being mad when someone makes a joke. Being triggered is sitting at the edge of your bed at 2 AM, holding a blade with blood running down your hips, wondering why the hell you were put on earth, not being able to breathe because you're rotting from the inside. Its filling up the bathtub, opening the window, grabbing pills, but still surviving each battle. Please. Please. Please. Ive lived through absolute burning hell. I am not a joke.