Life with CPTSD is an ongoing battle.
There are days where I feel I’m on cloud-9 and can take on the world and that I have nothing left to fear.
Then there are days where it feels the trauma just happened yesterday and I plead and cry and beg God to take my pain away. All I know is, some day maybe it won’t hurt as much and it’ll be nothing but a distant memory.
Gotta keep troopin’ I suppose, right?