You could have exposed me to the greatest people on earth, flew me to exotic places, fed me luxurious meals and my PTSD would still numb me with misery
I was not capable of appreciating anything especially, me!
My ego convinced me that my life was miserable. How could a childhood be changed, now, to fix me?
All these negative, invisible walls, buried even the hope of being happy!
In reality, nothing but air and my own mind, stood in the way of happiness.
It can be a matter of timing, working to stay in this moment or getting lured into the storyline of past thought.