**PTSD from childhood sexual trauma**

What’s wrong with me? Why do I keep seeing things I don’t want to see? Why do past pains hit me out of the blue, shattering my reality and making my life askew? Why are my nightmares coming after me during the day? When will the torment stop, when will I be able to breath again?

Flashes of images appear from thin air, throwing me back in time, I’m not here, I’m there.

Everything feels heightened, touch, sound, and smell. My emotions are all over the place, I’m so mixed up, I just can’t tell.

Hide me in the darkness, but give me a light because I’m scared. Cover me with blankets, and tell me there’s no monsters under here. Sing to me a song of comfort, and please don’t let me fall apart. Nothing in this world can save me except your unconditional love and being in your arms.

My mind is at war with me, and my demons are my memories. I’m not crazy even though that’s how it seems, this is just my PTSD and what it does to me.