PTSD steals the soul – depression haunts me nightly.
Insomnia – even though I take a sleeping pill
I don’t sleep. It’s been going on for weeks.
No will to write; nothing to smile about.
Why do I allow people to rule my emotions?
I suffer from a disease called acceptance
An innocent comment sets off a trigger
I shut down for hours, even days
Is there a cure for PTSD?
I don’t know.
But for a traumatized child suffering abuse throughout their lifetime
PTSD tucks itself away in corners
Words, images, sounds, smells, and memories
Bullets of a loaded gun.
Fifty-three years pass by; nightmares still invade my limited times of sleep.
Faith does not wash away all the pain.
It is simply believing in what we cannot see.
My thorn in the flesh I will carry to my grave.
If you suffer from PTSD, baby yourself.
No blame, no guilt, no shame.
PTSD buries in the alcoves of our minds
A place in which we have no access.
So never be hard on yourself.
We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Elie Wiesel