I don’t think people understand how harsh the flashbacks can get. How it’s always going to be a part of me. No matter how peaceful and happy I get, it’ll be my shadow. Words become so bitter, and certain touches from people feel like a cut to my skin. I find myself dozing off while driving and caring more about the passenger than I do to myself. And I’ve got this empty, numbing feeling lounging in me, not leaving anytime soon.