Probably the Definition of PTSD

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I’m weak again and still not fully recovered.  My birthday is in mere days, then my anniversary seven days later.  I’m still weak and not doing well, we don’t have access to testing, and everything is rubbish.  I’m currently rewatching Sherlock and I was just reminded of what it’s like to die. Again.

I realise no-one cares about how we feel, the survivors, but everyone else.  I still can’t watch hospital shows based on the sounds; once you’ve heard yourself flatline you never forget the sound.  It makes me scream in the night.

And, no, therapy has never helped.  There are exclusions to every offer.

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