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PTSD is walking down the street it is a nice mild sunny warm day.
Everything is fine,
FEAR_
FEAR_
FEAR_
hits from nowhere.
Maybe you smelled a smell, it jerked you back, you saw out of the corner of your eye, was it, no it couldn't be, .....FEAR it is here, RIGHT NOW___
, can't breath,
GOT TO RUN.....where........................................................................................................................................................................................alone. lost that is what PTSD is like.
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Nammu
…Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. …...
Desiderata Max Ehrmann
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