Every Love

Post – Living in the after, the events that took place over a year ago are etched in my brain. Haunting me in the worst ways imaginable. Traumatic – Physical and psychological scars have me so wounded that I can’t get through a day without my mind swirling with constant fucked up images. Stress – Anxiety. Panic. Rage. I’m not myself and the pain I fight through each day has made me make some really bad decisions. Disorder – Out of control. Not fucking normal. Nowhere even close. I say fuck Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The life I left behind is gone and everything I’d hoped to return to has been stolen away, all while I was being beaten, starved, and tortured. But being Nate Wilcox, I pick my ass up, ‘cause I’m a fucking survivor. Even if my methods are totally fucked up, it’s all I can do to keep the pain at bay.