Anger is easy if one has been a victim of horror. The rage never leaves you. Some of us live lives of constant vigilance, with dragons in boxes, straining to be released. It would be cathartic to open the cage, and let the firestorm begin, join the Apocalypse, erupt in violence of all kinds. Ohhhh, the Power! I choose not to live that way. Destruction is easy. I choose positive strength and nurturing instead. I walk the high wire between humanity and pathology, open, loving, compassionate, and vulnerable to the best of my ability. Forever broken also. There is no cure for PTSD. Remission, only. Ultimately, the pit is your true home, though furloughs are frequent. But, my spirit endures. I will not embrace violence, only healthy vulnerability. I will serve as a wounded healer wherever possible. . I will never carry a gun. I will stand witness for those innocents who have been, or will be victimised, or die in the attempt. I refuse to be afraid. I refuse to hate. I refuse to hide. I will put my body and my mind out there for what I believe. In the end, there is only kindness.