Bobby isn't particularly open about his PTSD, and for good reason. He's doesn't want to have to face the stigma every single day. He's got enough on his mind. He's got the past, school, girls, friends, etc. The last thing he needs is to think about how other people are perceiving him. He doesn't need people worrying if he's going to shoot up the school or snap somebody's neck if he gets too angry. It's not like that all.

What happened to Bobby isn't always on the forefront of his mind. He's able to hang out with friends, talk to girls, and have fun while doing it. Even though what happened isn't always on the forefront, it's always on the back burner. It's always somewhere on his mind. Whether it's for an hour or a day, the past is always there to haunt him.

Bobby is a very secretive person. It took a lot of consideration for him to even let me right about his experiences. But he agreed, as like as I didn't use his real name, he was ok with it. You see, being open about your mental illness is rarely an easy thing. You have to be willing to tolerate ignorance, inconsideration, and a plethora of other things. The fact that Bobby is willing to let me write about what he's been through is definitely worth something. He's want people to know that if they're struggling with PTSD, they are not alone.