I have ptsd. I had it since I was an infant. Wasn't diagnosed til I was 35. (47 now) When diagnosed then life made sense all of a sudden. Up until that point, I thought I was cray and didn't know why life seemed so much moar difficult for Anon than the others. Then I began to heal but sometimes I still sink although I won't ever do anything silly. Last few days were extra dark for some reason. I kept seeing picrel poasted here but I just kept skipping over it. Last night, I began to shift and my mind was becoming moar lucid. I started to climb out of the blender. Then I saw picrel again during ns. And fuck. I had been seeing it during the storm but it wasn't clicking. I just know I kept seeing it. Last night I was able to accept this message and fren poasting it, you were there thru my storm, I just couldn't see or hear until last night and fuck … my eyes watered. I kept this. I'm sharing it. THANQ