Dear Kit

It’s been a week. 7 whole days since you last slid relief across your thigh and watched your pain bleed in to the water. The urges have been there, but you’re finding ways to cope with them, to deal with them. The pain isn’t as bad as it was, you’re starting to process again and the fog is starting to lift, you’re starting to see the light again. Don’t ever be ashamed of your stripes, you’re a goddamn soldier and they’re the proof that you’ve survived a war with yourself, the war that wages inside you will likely never end but for now there is a ceasefire, it’s peace time in your brain.

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