PTSD

A memory of beauty and pain. Those clouds brought rain, and rain brought a soaked trail. As I hiked back down, I slipped and went over the edge. My life dangled from a tree root I had managed to grab onto before being pulled back up. Most days this moment feels like any other, and I can move on, other days the memory haunts me. My heart races, my heart pounds, my eyes tear up, fear runs through me as I relive this moment. It's strange how a place can both free & cage your mind in a single day.