Barely there.
I might be barely there to you, but I know where I am every night.... I know that I matter to two of the most beautiful little people in the world.
PTSD and Me, I know that I matter enough to know that I think about you every day and wonder if you had interrupted sleep the night before, but I don't dare ask. If you did have a rough night, I don't want to rehash those thoughts for you. The flesh, bombs, blood, the explosions... I actually do understand that those moments never leave your mind.... they are forever imprinted like a stamp to a piece of paper.... like ink to skin. Permanent. Your mind isn't under your control and your a soldier so you are supposed to be in control. I GET IT.
You think after all this time I still don't get it. I get it more than ever. Just let me love you.