PTSD is fucking horrible. I've got it, and it's not going away. People don't understand, I can't tell them about my flashbacks. They're there. A millisecond that holds so much memory. They don't understand that. Doctors ask me how often do they happen. Once a month? Once a week? Once a day? I'm like "dude you have no fucking concept, do you? We're not talking about once a day or even once an hour. On a great day I go an hour or longer without one. On a bad day every second of every minute is filled with them. I just put up with it, is all. People just don't get it. And it's not something I would ever wish on my worst enemy.
