Blackness Hits

One minute, you feel like you have a brief moment of clarity. Then everything turns black. There is no cure for PTSD. The pain never goes away.

Despite that, you try and cope as best you can. Don't take lots of meds that will only make you feel drugged out all the time. Why make it even harder than it already is?

But the pain never goes away.

You want to attack anyone who gets in your way. Anyone who's standing close to you is a threat. How do we stop them? Where's our weapon? You kill them first before they kill you.

Because you have to.

You have to protect yourself.

You have to screen everything.

You have to pay attention to tiny things in how you feel.

You don't have a choice.

You have to fight back.

You have to protect yourself.