It’s Sunday and I sit watching tv. I’m alone and my ptsd and depression gets bad over the weekend and at night. I find my self screaming “I’m sorry ” “I want to go home” ” I miss my _____. ” When you push people away they sometimes go. They love you but they need to be good to themselves. They deserve to be loved and wanted not hurt and walk on eggshells. So they sit happy and loved. You sit alone and cursing the dark. Remember yes you hurt and you’re trying to find answers to questions you can’t put into words. Your not the only one suffering from ptsd your family does also. In good days hug them more. Remind them their important wanted and loved. For when your at your worst you need them the most.