Right now

My Amygdala-hippocampus connection is buffering and my hypothalamus is wondering why im not running?

Get the fuck out! My adrenal glands’ adrenaline now agrees. But my occipital lobe can no longer see a path to relax or escape this haunt of memory. No rest from the stressful regression to my tragedy of yesterdays. My cerebellum sought out for a silver lining like it plays to my general gray matter, and to me. While my thyroid sits indifferent watching its wristwatch silently. My vocal chords wincing is the only clue exteriorly; this sigh existing doesnt hide and comes to light aside the littony of grumpy glitched knitted-brow-twitches and what is undoubtedly a paled and blotchy epidermis.

My right seeks the purpose;

My left wants to cope,

From the top of my head to the tip of my toes all the way down to the end of my rope..

**this is written describing the onset of an episode of my PTSD. **