I could no longer breathe.
I could no longer talk.
I couldn't tell her what was wrong. What was wrong with me?
Fear surged, fear that did not exist that one day almost a year ago now.
I've read about PTSD. I've never understood it. Emotions that have built up over the course of the past year are flooding out, attached to visions of a memory where those feelings were absent. Anger. Sadness. Grief. Fear.
The only way out is through. I sobbed. I called into work. I let the grief and angst wash over me.
That was yesterday. Today is a new day. This morning the sun rose.
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