It’s so much more than being down and out.
It’s night sweats and horrific flashbacks.
It’s being sent into a spiral downward from a word, a sound, a sensation, a memory.
It’s frequent panic attacks that send your chest so tight, you think you may suffocate.
It’s hyper vigilance at its strongest.
It’s nightmares that leave you feeling as if you were there all over again, and the situation was replaying in slow motion, and you’re out of your body just watching and wanting so very badly to help, but knowing you can’t, because it’s done.
It’s Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.