Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes, Turn And Face The Strange

Ah strange.

People are strange when you’re a stranger, faces look ugly when you’re alone. <— Love that song. Love The Doors. Fun tidbit, I did my English paper on Mr. Mojo Risin. I’ve always been on my own crooked path.

Seriously, not many things work out in my favor. And before I hear the woe is me shit, I’m just venting and shit.

But, I am living #lifeaftercancer and that is beautiful. But my mind. Will not stop. Like constant lightning in my head. Like for ffs

PTSD is getting easier to talk about. PTSD is usually associated with our service men, but civilians suffer from it – in a different way. I’m hear to open the lines of communication.

Let’s share with each other. The more we talk about those taunting memories, highjacking our brainholes and shit. I promise you will begin to see the sun again.


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