The defining moments in my life are too many…
For each moment of happiness there is it’s carbon copy waiting in the wings. Looming larger than life and sometimes too much to bear.
I have only just discovered that I suffer from PTSD. I thought only soldiers suffered from this, but apparently not.
I feel much better that I have a names for my mental ailments. I can now own them properly, they are a part of me. They make up the fabric of my being…
Don’t look too close!
You might get contaminated, your psyche might become inflamed.
You might catch something…
Can you handle it?
Walk on by.