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...