Things I can't talk about

Sometimes when I lay in bed in the morning or stand in the shower the memories of that day come back to me so clearly I feel like it's happening all over again. I don't know why. Some say I suffer from PTSD. I don't know. This is probably just my minds way of processing a tragic/traumatic event. In time, I'm told, new memories and events will replace the old and we have a way of remembering only the good things (I guess that's how people have more than one baby - they forget the pain of delivery and only remember that beautiful newborn). Regardless, for now I continue to travel between the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, the joy and the anger, the acceptance and the guilt, the laughter and the tears.