I am strong. I fight for what I believe in. Until someone turns off the light and I see no way to persevere. Then I question everything 50 different ways. Reliving the same fear is so brutal to the mind and soul. PTSD is real for everyone who has suffered trauma. Especially the mind fucking kind. Then a miracle happens at the height of the storm. God saved me and kept a monster away for 7 more years. Divine intervention, prayers answered, karma, something saved me.