Sensewriter

 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

Colors break off, In a fantastic array, Changing the world, To a portrait display. Rain drops turn beautiful, While the world fractures to pieces, And only that part, You can see through the creases. For the world changes, Into a magical thing, When you see the world, Through a dragonfly’s wing.