My PTSD

Not what you’d think

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I’m sitting here in relative silence noodling with chord changes on my guitar when some noise in the hallway commands my attention. For a normal person, that wouldn’t be any sort of event unless it persisted and was loud. But for me? I hear shit in the hallway and I get a quick adrenaline pop.

“They’re coming for me — and about to let me know they’ve…