With two words you have unmade me. All my armor is stripped away, my defenses lay at my feet.
A Christmas Story for the CPTSD community
Once, long ago in a place far, far away from reality, there was a young woman and her new husband. Outside their home, in the dark of winter, the wind howled and the snow swirled forming little peaks across the fields. Inside their little home, the cold was kept at bay by curtains and thick…