It’s ‘Just’ PTSD

I Witnessed a Head-On Collision

Trying to keep your sh*t together is hard.

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“Wow, the lines on the road are really tough to see,” my then-partner remarked, just as we turned onto the street on our way home from work.

The sun was that bright, shining down from almost directly overhead, and the striping on the road was that old and faded.

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An integrative medicine doctor on the autism spectrum who has survived a 20-year marriage to a controlling mastermind, now widowed, starting out all over again.

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