I’ve been stuck.
After the last blog post, months & months have passed, and I’m not able to continue that story.
The events that follow, make it hard for me to breathe.
Knowing how life unfolded from that point forward, all I have done is protect my mind. Act like it never happened. Take a couple years out of my memory bank.
I’ve lived with the PTSD for almost 5 years. Slowly, but surely, making my way back to myself. Bettering the quality of who I am. Deciding that the bullshit ends with me.
I’m not perfect. I’m scarred, broken, bruised, and sometimes numb.
But I’ll be damned if I let myself crumble.
To be continued…