CPTSD/Disorders of extreme stress not otherwise specified

I slope in my room,

Pacing up and down,

Laughing randomly into my fist,

Thoughts of wanting to drown.

My headaches are intense,

The tension a little heavy,

The childhood flashbacks immense,

A fight for survival at the ready.

Differentiated consciousness is what I’ve gained from God,

The gift of discernment,

Only 5% of trauma survivors develop.

I was never a psychologist,

Neither did I want to be,

But I started connecting patterns,

An developed a sudden uncanny ability.

I suppose when you’ve been hurt,

This is what happens,

But when it is repeatedly,

You develop supernatural abilities.