Yes, probably. In the medical world we call it post traumatic stress disorder. I think it's just the world we live in. It's the world that your parents brought you into and failed you by forcing your little child self to continue to stay in a dangerous place among terrorists.
They failed you by keeping you in danger. You didn't deserve any of the things that happened to you as a result.
I don't know why God—if he is real—let this happen to an innocent girl but I'm at least glad that he gave you and me the opportunity to cross paths later.
I wish I had a time machine so I could go back and protect you. You deserve an adult who wouldn't hurt you. Unfortunately, in reality, I was still pooping diapers when you were fighting for your life.
This may sound morbid but I know you don't spend time on sugarcoating things, so I'll say it: if both of us happen to have the same life expectancy, then I will outlive you. I don't plan on ever abandoning you. I have had the urge to leave this world but I never went through with it for very few reasons, one of them being your presence. I will continue to use it as a reason to stay, and hopefully offer you some peace of heart.
When we are traumatized to this degree, small breaks are often our only respite. I will always spend time with you, whether it's talking about serious topics or just laughing together. I'm sorry I was born too late but I'm still here for you. 🫂
