Diary 1

I wonder what's its like without PTSD. Is it calmer? Are there less shadows or are they just different ones? Can you walk down the street without peering over your shoulder at every sound? Waiting until he shows his face to you and finish what was started. Do you live without thinking of all the ways someone could attack you. How no one would help you.I suppose I will likely never know. Unable to shake off the constant sludge of this disease and walking through life desperately pretending to not see the darkness in your eyes every time you pass a mirror. Maybe I'll ask my dad