Is it considered venting, or is it considered trying to understand yourself and people that relate?
My great uncle, who was a POW in WW2, says PTSD groups help.
I've spoken about it with other people before, so I'll mention it here:
I'm dead. I've been dead for a while. I don't know why.
Obviously I'm not physically dead, but sometimes I feel that way. Most of the time I'm emotionally dead. Looking at old pictures of me makes me feel like I'm looking at a memorial for a stranger. I don't know why.
I only feel alive when I'm in danger, ironically. I'm only really me when I'm on the edge. Why is that?
My great uncle, who was a POW in WW2, says PTSD groups help.
I've spoken about it with other people before, so I'll mention it here:
I'm dead. I've been dead for a while. I don't know why.
Obviously I'm not physically dead, but sometimes I feel that way. Most of the time I'm emotionally dead. Looking at old pictures of me makes me feel like I'm looking at a memorial for a stranger. I don't know why.
I only feel alive when I'm in danger, ironically. I'm only really me when I'm on the edge. Why is that?