June 18th Thursday.
PTSD is something soldiers came home from war with and ive been diagnosed with it because of the death of my father and son. Everyday i relive their last day on earth. It haunts me. I dont know how to get better. Im struggling to live without my dad and son. I dream about my dad, well should I say, I have nightmares because hes always dying in my dreams. Hes always at the end of life with cancer. Its horrible. I just dont know how im meant to get "better". Im trying so hard to get on with life, but i just dont belong here anymore. I sit with my friends and they're all laughing and joking and then there's just me sat there watching them all get on with their lives. Why can't I just get on with my life. Something in me changed the day my dad passed away. I died inside. He took part of me with him, and then my son took what was left of me when he died. I look at the world differently. I dont care about being alive anymore. I force myself to survive each day so I don...