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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder — a formidable and untameable beast reeking of havoc and chaos; it holds pride in mystery. It can be seen as a devil in disguise; a wolf in sheep’s clothing; for it is something that might be appealing for the eye to see but in all honesty is a destructive disease draped with a pretty dress; that in fact goes further than what meets the eye. It just hides behind a fancy name and a pretty face; but don’t all diseases and mental illness have fancy names? Like their vindictive and vicious nature is hidden beneath pretty words one can not properly pronounce? Perhaps that’s the thing with those illnesses; hiding behind something beautiful — a name; a face; before it releases its destruction upon you; before it gets under your skin and into your bloodstream. And you’re nothing but a pawn; lead by the destructive nature of ptsd that infiltrates the brain silently and leaves you unknowing to the fact that your brain is indeed filled with disease. A rather painful and frightening one; where memories of the past linger in the dark awaiting their next attack. And when the disease does strike again, vivid flashbacks and emotions felt during that period of time often occur — and it would feel like you’re there again; trapped in the endless darkness created by the ptsd. This often leaves the person scared, afraid and most importantly on edge; always worrying when and where the next wave of panic washes over them. They often think that avoiding such objects, people and situations that remind them of the traumatic events and experiences will help them in their healing; however doing this won’t exactly help or heal you; instead it will throw you deeper into the pit of darkness — a hollowed out darkness. And frantically searching for that one source of light amidst the darkness won’t be enough. Trying to get rid of it yourself will leave you with nothing but pure disappointment. Though to the outside world those people suffering from ptsd will appear completely normal, the truth is far from that assumption acquired by one’s beliefs of both happiness and sadness; of both pure joy and disappointment.