The misery in my chest, Reeks as if it be, The shivery shame one feels, When perched before a class-- Of peers whose keener eyes, fitter thoughts, and witter words, Dowse one in distress, For my eyes are weary, My mind unwound, And my words, but a wheezing sound.
Written 28/03/25 The first time I attempted to explain trauma and my experience with PTSD to someone, I cringed and my mouth seized up like I was giving a bad presentation to a class. It's hard to explain what's so obvious to you but might be lost in translation when explaining it to someone else.