Trauma is covert. Covert is hidden. Hidden can be Impossible to Detect.

Remaining weary, yet gaining a new strength, the time has arrived to defeat this demonic beast. My day of reckoning is near. Love must abide within the shadows of my heart. I sense momentum. What fears or nightmares steep within the subconscious that may come to rise to greet me in the depths of consciousness?

The incurable malady awaits its turn to speak. Speak it shall. A new dawn must arise. Christ be still. This world awaits your will.

Peace on earth, and in my thoughts. Goodwill towards men.