Some moments I am here,
In the present time,
But other times I flash back,
Without no reason or rhyme.

Sometimes I can see so vividly,
The traumas of my life.
And sometimes I find myself once again,
Holding a knife.

In these moments there are times I freeze,
Like I have seen a ghost.
How could I possibly forget,
About the ones I love the most.

My past holds many demons,
Some I have yet to face.
I just wish there was something,
To make these memories erase.

I was a victim of bullying,
Of ****** assault, domestic violence and ****.
A girl who had to grow up fast to help take care of her family. I put so much into every bit of work I have ever done, trying to forget the pain of my past. But parts of it always seem to show back up and shake me until I can't breathe. I have lost who I am and I'm trying so hard to find her. But one thing I do know I am is a mother and partner, and I can't let my past beat me. But easier said than done. I will continue to fight everyday and hopefully make peace with my demons. But until then this is my life. Living with PTSD