i be in my own head fighting for my life

reblog if you're sick of movies and tv shows perpetuating the idea that PTSD is always like a hypervivid flashback and that the hypervivid flashbacks can only happen if you've been in a literal warzone

and so there you are, drawn and quartered in the square, nailed to the post, hanged and stoned. you are marred with their dirt and none of your own. you think you are pure in this state, that this makes you clean. you produced this tragedy piece, a persecution conspiracy. wearing a woven crown and the reworked scraps you stole from everyone you know. i guess guilt was too sour on its own, you learned how to swallow it. not your fault, not your fault, not your fault. it coats your throat. it is all youve ever wanted to be. you are weak and scarred and sacred and dying. how could anyone deny you this, when you write it all down so beautifully? a matyr, a sacrifice, a victim and a god. your very own jesus christ and we all say amen. not your fault.