P.S.

There are beautiful sunsets in Arizona.

This one was taken from the view of my airplane window the night I flew in.

...I lost it at the airport you know

well maybe you don't know,

but I did.

I hate going through security.

I almost always get selected for the full body pat down.

It's like I have a sticker on my forehead saying, 

"Choose me, choose me!"

...and when I flew to Phoenix it was no different.

They chose me.

I cried my way through the entire pat-down

I cried as I made my complaint to TSA,

I cried as I walked to my gate,

I cried as I called my mom to tell her about my anxiety,

I cried as I sat down between two large men on my Southwest (no reserve seating) flight.

I thought about how my makeup was probably dripping down my face and how foolish I felt.

But...

I was reminded

that even though sometimes I think I'm going to die,

PTSD hasn't killed me yet :)