DawntheHedgie

long-legged and twitching like the spiders you watch run down the drain, he doesn’t call you pretty. you remember his hands tracing the ink of your veins, but he doesn’t call you pretty. he doesn’t hold the door, and you think you’re a liar but the truth is quivering naked in your voice (we will name our children after extinct kingdoms; dead beautiful things. i will polish the dull spot in your eye that you developed after a terminal case of unnoticed living. i will never be a cure but damn it if i won’t be a diagnosis) the static of his vocal chords brings you back, martyr without a cause, he doesn&rs

 I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have to remember to breathe every time those words come, I don’t want to believe it. I still can’t believe it. I remember the first time my counselor looked at me and told me that my depression and anxiety might be something more. Great, I thought, What could possibly be worse than this? Firstly, PTSD is not a disorder that only affects our war heroes, though that is what it’s commonly associated with. My own first thoughts were: “isn’t that a disorder for war veterans or someone who witnessed war first-hand?“ The truth is there are many causes for Post Traumatic Stress