Under the Cover of Darkness
“PTSD is a whole-body tragedy, an integral human event of enormous proportions with massive repercussions.”
― Susan Pease Banitt
And there you are again as you begin to arise with the memories of your vulgarities of control, hate, bitterness, soul shredding and belittling. Once again you’re not seen but you are heard again by the one it has all been intended for….ME. You have a paralyzing fear to you that can’t match anything in my life so far. I watch it. I hear it. I smell it. I feel it all over again. Yes, you are alive and well during the day. Nighttime, under the cover of darkness, you are at your most evil. Finally, no distractions and I can be all yours, once again. You remind me of everything they did and you convince me it was all my fault. You tell me that it was my fault that no one helped me because, I kept the secrets. You have me convinced that people are constantly staring at me and all of my imperfections both seen and not seen. I didn’t somehow make amends by surviving it the first time?! You have attacked my mind and body too many times to count. I go to bed in pain and wake up in pain. There’s not a medication for ailments that no one else can detect. You hit me with waves of sometimes debilitating physical issues that make me wonder why I ever wake up in the mornings. The body cramps, nausea, vomiting, migraines and diarrhea are worse than detoxing from opiates. You interfere with my sleep time and time again. Yet, life continues every single day. But for me, I get ready to stare you in the face while constantly looking over my shoulder yet again. This body that I live in is still being perpetrated while they continue to live as though nothing ever happened. Sometimes the pictures are just snapshots. Tonight, however, they’re scrolling on a marquee sign. What people don’t see is what happens on the inside. You are a killer of many and a disabler of many more. You are PTSD.
Since almost a year ago, our lives as a person and a family have been shaken to its core. My wife and I look back and try to put the pieces together of a very emotionally charged year. Now, bigger changes have happened in regards to my therapeutic care at an extremely crucial time in my life. I’m truly at a loss for words at the reality of the situation. My brother, Levi Pierce, taught me a lesson during our middle school tenure about being a fighter. My athletics taught me about not giving up and about how pushing beyond known limits is possible. This combination makes me a fierce competitor but an even more fierce survivor.
One of the most powerful quotes I learned at a young age that has also made its presence known both on and off the field is….
“Little things make big things happen.”
—Coach Nick Kolinsky