The only thing I ever wanted was a family.

And I had it.

And then I lost it.

When I got sick.

And, as frustrating and scary -- as painful -- as it is to say that, it's also that simple.

I got sick.

Would you blame me for (also) getting Cancer?

Then why would you blame me for getting PTSD?

For reacting to what happened to me.

As a child.

I wish I was stronger.

That I had been stronger.

But, maybe, I was just human.

And am.

Still.

Something terrible happened to me when I was a child.

And caught up to me when I was an adult.

And I got sick.