PTSD to me is forgetting to breathe. Grabbing at a throat that has closed up and subconsciously you are willing yourself to stop breathing. Choking for air that can't guarantee you safety. Then realizing it is the past and feeling f__king retarded for feeling this way. Yet can't stop..and only getting worst. Can't f__king deal with it. I just want to drink my way away from it again
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To name is to call into existence - to call out of nothingness. - Georges Gusdorff
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