Crisis and PTSD

The nation gripped with panic

The world shutting down

People hide with fear

I remain strangely calm

Safe in my bubble of unicorns and legos

My books surround me in comforting towers

The unknown and anxiety is my normal

It covers me like a blanket

Voices in my head promise security

In the blackness I have my family

It’s said that people with PTSD handle crises better than normal people, probably because a crisis is what we’re used to, as if the energy of panic pervading our culture makes us come alive. We survived and thrived in clouds of fear, never knowing when we would have to make hard choices or face life threatening circumstances just to exist. There’s this energy that circulates and clings to my skin, a guilty excitement fills me. This is my world, I think, this is the world I know.