This poem deeply resonated with me.
Those days
when
you know you are
okay
but you don’t feel
okay
those are the hardest
days
to navigate.
Nothing is wrong
but
everything feels
overwhelming
exhausting
scary
unsettled.
Those days
are the hardest
to just breathe.
Just be…
Just be what?
calm?
relaxed?
grounded?
trusting?
How in the present moment
when there is nothing wrong
can
I exist in a state
of uncomfortable
wobbliness?
Because those days happen!
Because that is the nature of my PTSD.
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