My head feels like it’s going to explode.
My heart is pounding.
The memories keep coming.

Trauma is consuming me.
Every thought.
Every unbearable moment.
Every second of every day.

No matter how hard I try, trauma finds me.
Out of all my demons, trauma has to be the cruelest one of them all.
With time, this demon only grows stronger.
This demon haunts me, every waking moment of my existence, with tormenting memories.

I tell the demon “I’m tired.”
The demon smiles back at me.
My eyes fill with tears and I land on one knee.

I look up at the demon and ask “Why?..”
The demon looks away and calls for “Pain”.
Terrified, I look in the direction he calls his friend.
My lip trembles and I look back and...