My Ptsd feels like: everyone and everything in life is passing me by at light speed, while I'm stuck walking in circles inside of a revolving door that never stops spinning; like I'm a ghost in my own life - so detached and cut-off that I'm haunting my own hopes, dreams, ambitions and attempts at progressing in life. I feel like everyday I'm trapped with the events that have married me to my Ptsd and there's no escaping the lifeless, numbing void it's left - forever changing my identity to the point I no longer know who I am, or who I used to be.