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The End of Radio Silence

I have been silent for the last few months, not because I didn't have anything to say, but because I couldn't find the words to properly articulate the crazy that has been happening all around me.
So much crazy has been going on, in fact, that I have fallen into one of my old habits of bottling things up and shutting down; hence the radio silence.

PTSD allows you a certain amount of crazy in your day to day surroundings before you break.  Over the last 7 months or so, I have reached my crazy threshold by 12:00 p.m. just by keeping up with the news. It seems like every single day I find myself thinking, "Oh, what the fuck did he do now?!" when I get a Breaking News alert. It is either something so horrible that he is eventually going to get us all killed, or it is something so hideous and offensive that I will be triggered for the next few hours at minimum.  So, as a survival mechanism, I have been trying to keep my issues boxed away in the attic of my brain so I can…