Tag: ptsd

Freakin’ 2020

It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.

It’s not the same. It isn’t real.

I don’t let them turn me into the same people who hurt me. I never will.

My life sometimes feels like a rollercoaster. I rise to peaks and fall to valleys.

People like that love company.

Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.

I can’t just lay in bed all day. I have kids and responsibilities. Even if I didn’t, I still can’t stay in bed all day.

You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.

Whatever your situation is, no matter how universal it might feel, know that it’s different for almost everyone.

I know we’re not supposed to mention those things. It makes us uncomfortable, but we’re all adults here.