*******WARNING, THIS POST MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS********************

As I sit here beginning this post, my hands are shaking.  My heart has the feeling of a hundred pound weight atop of it, and my chest has a burning sensation sitting directly under my sternum.  My mind is swimming with ideas, thoughts, and static.  It’s almost as if I can have a clear thought for only a brief minute, then it’s wiped away like the image of a distant tree in massive blizzard.  Occasionally, the wind will shift slightly, and the snow breaks just enough to glimpse the distant figure only to be wiped away again in a blink.  On my way home from work I noticed that it did not take much to piss me off.  When I say it didn’t take much I mean, it took NOTHING.  I saw a guy on a moped, that pissed me off.  A woman was…