It's so tiring.
Every day feeling like something normal is going to become something abnormal.

A simple walk or drive ends up a fight for survival. Survival from what? That person following me.

But why are they following me?

I don't know, don't you see. In the world ptsd. This is a normal thought.

A day begins. Everything is right in the world. Oh, that doesn't last. I see something from the corner of my eye. The wheel of horrific thoughts kicks in.
The heart fastens. The glass box falls down. I'm now a watcher. I can see the world go by. But that's not a world for me. That's for those not afflicted by trauma.

I go to bed. My minds thinks up strrategys to try and hope today will be the last day I feel this way.

But then the new day begins, but all the old thoughts and feelings return.

This is my life. Rolling pebbles up mountains with my nose. It's all I know.
. Tick tock tick tock. My time here will end. Then?... Peace.