It is chasing me. It is haunting me. Popping up unexpectedly, unwanted.
There is nowhere to run. No hiding place is safe. It is a monster, rising from the night to become a daytime beast.
Key terms: PTSD. Nightmares. Flashbacks.
I am a strong person and do not need pity. I do, however, need some gooey choco-oatmeal cookies and a stereo that plays radio and CD. Especially the latter, though, as it is for my mental health. Love is also cool.
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