Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is often misunderstood, dismissed as a soldier’s ailment or Hollywood trope. PTSD is fucking insidious, a thief robbing its victims of sleep, of joy, of trust. For Todd, it is a shadow following him everywhere, a weight he’s unable to set down. And yet, there he was, standing in the light, willing to confront it — or at least sharing its shape with me.

In the end, this series is not just about Todd. It is about everyone who suffers, who endures, who carries a weight no one else can see. It is for those who have been silenced by trauma and for those who seek to listen.

Stay with us. The story is just beginning.