Pre-Menstral Dysphoric Disorder and PTSD

If I wore my emotional state on the outside of my body,

I’d be dripping my own blood, mixed with other people I’ve hurt,

my teeth would be bared, a lipless mouth.

My tears would fill a bucket, and I’d be hyperventilating.

I’m an injured animal who is unable to accept help because,

I’m out of my mind with fright,

overwhelming confusion,

my body has gone into fight or flight.

I’m feeling everything and nothing

all at once.

I’m in shock.

Is there someone trustworthy and pure of heart

who can hold me,

and quietly wait until the bleeding stops, my heart beats slow, and give me a healing potion?