My mind…still remains in the nightmares. A part of my mind at least. Every word becomes an insult. A dagger straight into my open heart. Hurting old woulds. Awakening old scars. Every thought is a secret ploy to destroy me. Break me down. Harm me. You’ll adjust to just about anything to survive. My mind saw threats and danger in everyone, and everything. An alarm system that doesn’t know the difference between a harmless phrase and the end of the world. Constantly on guard, searching for the next threat. Anticipating the next fall out. Expecting the worst in every impossible way. Suspicious of the best intentions. Secretly believing everyone has another sinister agenda. It’s no way to live. To love. Healing is a journey of the pain that never found peace. Forcing you to go into those dark depths and rescue yourself.