My PTSD used to feel like a person who has been murdered but doesn't yet realize they are dead. Like a soul short-circuiting, bouncing back and forth chaotically between the land of the living and the land of the dead, unable to accept that my life has been prematurely terminated and go peacefully towards the light. Now, I accept that a part of me has died and will never return. I accept that my past negative experiences have helped shape who I am today, and made me a stronger, wiser, more compassionate person. I have learned that life is precious and fragile, and that the only thing we can really count on is change. And having experienced great pain and sorrow, I am better able to appreciate true happiness. To live in the light is to live in the moment, and take nothing and no one for granted.