The Fog of PTSD

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I’ve awakened in a fog. In every direction I look, I see nothing but grey and clammy mists. I know that I’m near a beach — I hear the waves crashing and feel the sand at my feet. I only know that I cannot hope to cross the ocean behind me, so I move away from the beach still unable to see anything but fog.

Soon, the sand becomes grass and the sound of the ocean begins to fade into memory. I try, so hard, to keep walking straight…