Today, I realized that my PTSD was a gift. Because of it, I've been turned inside out and forced to face the demons that have been haunting me all my life. Demons that I've buried so deep, I forgot
that they are the cause of my despair, my sadness, my grief, and most of all, my shame. Like a cancer that's become so entrenched inside me, I have no concept of who I would be without it.

If the PTSD hadn't been triggered, I would have spent the rest of my miserable existence feeling nothing…

A Glimmer Of Hope…