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History is repeating itself: what came from anger is angry, what came from sadness is sad, what came from unresolved issues has minimal coping mechanisms. Is it any question why these feelings have yet to dissipate like the afternoon sun come sundown? One can ponder, inquire, and research all that is wished..unless a desire to let go- to know the pain and say good-bye is present. And until now it hasn't been. Do you know what I'm talking about? Having all these options resulting in happiness..holding it in your fingertips ..then watching it fall and shatter on the floor the way a plate would; shards everywhere but non-repairable. Broken pieces everywhere. More dangerous than in its whole state. Periods of happy thoughts, a flashback comes and the plate breaks. I'm sick of getting cuts on both my feet. The scars never fade.
 
Poetically stated, friend. I feel for you. Feel free to expound upon what you are feeling. I have an ear for you. I've been through many a year of therapy, all more or less addressed to my PTSD, though much of it addressing the results rather than the issues themselves. One thing I have done here is write a Trauma Diary. Feel free to start your own in that section of the Forum if you have not done so already. It helps! And it is OK to cry, by the way! Also, anger, if vented upon the right things, not people so much as writing it and journaling it out, is for the best! Good luck.
 
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