I don't know if I have PTSD. In my time, there wasn't really a name for it. Just "shellshock."
Out of my system, I'm probably the one who needs to be here the most. The flashbacks have been bad, lately, and so help me if any of you make jokes about comic book men and their flashbacks I may well snap. Yeah, I'm "fictional." Doesn't make the fact that I've been having nightmares about my father's two deaths since I was ten any less real, does it? Doesn't make the fact that I'm here seeking help any less real, does it?
And yes, I said two deaths. It's a long story. One of them was directly my fault.
I just... it gets better, right? I'm not always going to be waking up in a cold sweat screaming, am I?