It's Just Heartburn

I get really tired of my issues. All of this baggage that weighs me down gets fucking old. It's like the person you know who bitches all the time but refuses to find a solution to their problems...but what about those of us who are proactive in getting over the issues, but they just won't go away? It remains. Certain days aren't as prominent as others, but they're still there.

I read an article the other day on PTSD. It stated the obvious, there is no cure. I will never be the person I was before all of this. Shame, I really liked her. But here it is, all of the shit, still here. 

I don't want this story to define who I am, but at the same time, I don't know how to escape it. It is very much a part of me as is the hair on my head. I don't want to take pills, they made me feel worse. I don't know what needs to change or how to change it. I'm better than I was, but not where I want to be. 

Today sucks, and I have heartburn.