PTSD/Depression

There is much that I wish that I didn't remember- But memory, being as it is, I cannot forget. And so, counselors, whether benevolent and sincere or therapy- cognitive, behavioural or otherwise will not erase, undo the horrors of my past. So here I am wondering what next? Here, among women, forgotten- some bright and educated beaming with potential others, truly lost- zapped of mind and of vigor. Here, in this "shelter" a word implying protection where all are homeless, most with children and parents, husbands and siblings and what of them? Who knows (but us) And who even cares? (but us) And we, mothers and daughters, wives and sisters, are all discarded like junkyard cars out of style- useless. Though yes, some will move on- rise up While others remain stuck- in their quicksand of strife. As for me, I don't yet know which direction I will go...