Living with PTSD can be incredibly lonely.
And what pains me has strengthened me
Latin in its literacy, pain has a way of knowing who grows from adversity before epiphany shares the translation.
“Quod nocet, saepe docet.”
What harms, often teaches.
These firestorms of my mind must be walked through to the other side.
You can’t run
You can’t hide
You just breath and find your stride.
May Fire felt footsteps mark my path.