What if:

What if there was no such thing as PSD? What if the memories of tragedy, self imposed or otherwise, simply didn’t exist. Who would we have become?

But PSD is excruciatingly real. Memories stand in line just waiting their turn to enraged the fire.

Here’s a thought: while suffering on the inside is bad enough, what shall be said about an entire existence that just waits for opportunity to add to the trouble?

Suck it up buttercup. This is where we find life on earth and everybody gets a taste.

Thanks be to God Christ!