18 years of PTSD – I cry with love and with loss, shame and guilt, anger and sadness. I scream silently. For 18 years I’ve been telling people I’m fine.
I’ve loved my close ones till my heart nearly burst into two, but they didn’t see the tears, the hurt, the anger, the frustration that kept holding me back.
The screams would haunt the rest of her life. After the first night, she would hide her feelings, the scars she made on her body, the pain and despair.