P T S D.

PTSD.
Those four letters.
Those four letters that a doctor said to me in January of 2018.
Those four letters that were supposed to answer so many questions, but only created so many more.

Stay tuned to hear the journey of being diagnosed with a mental illness that is commonly thought of as hopeless, and the thoughts of, "it's only a matter of time" plague those that have experience with loved ones that have PTSD, as well as being in a profession in which I am to proclaim hope in light of suffering and resurrection in light of hell.

These four letters will not overcome. They will not have the final word.

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