Just a random prose piece on recovering from a traumatic event-this is more for my peace of mind rather than it being an actual story. CONTENT WARNING: Do not read if you are a survivor of sexual assault and are prone to flashbacks/can be easily triggered. If you have a loved one who struggles with substance abuse and can be easily triggered, do not read this. Do not read if you've survived any other sort of violent trauma, such as a car accident. These pieces are not just to help me cope with my PTSD, but also to help others who may have gone through similar or worse experiences. If I can get at least one person to relate to me, I'd consider the time I took to write these pieces to be worth it. If any of you ever need someone to talk to, I'm just a message away.