PTSD is My Bitch

And she will not win

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Coming Out…

I once read a book that I realize now was about depression, but as a young teen reading it, I knew only that the author had described the world in which I lived with eerie intimacy, and this book has haunted me ever since, though the title eludes me….The premise, as I remember it, was…

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I’m out! (For now)

This topic is too fresh and painful for me to write about clearly, but it’s a journal entry that I believe will be helpful to others navigating their own pain, so I’m posting it with apologies for poor organization of my thoughts. Comments are encouraged. Wednesday August 8. 11:00 PM It’s been a year, since…

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Morning pep talk

Wednesday August 8, 8:30 AM   Me: Oh wow! I slept in! That’s great!…My body doesn’t hurt too much, I wonder if I can get back to barre today…it looks like a beautiful day outside. PTSD: Eyes open…Fuck…what day is it? Wednesday…Ok, any appointments today? No, thank God, I’m not ready to leave my apartment. Me:…

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CHOOSE, DO, BELIEVE

One of, if not THE most important of my goals, is to join with and contribute to the growing online community of Mental Health sufferers who have, in an effort to combat the lack of real help most of us are receiving from the psychiatric community, begun doing their own research and sharing it with others….

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The Witch Hunt

Depressive or shy?  Bubbly personality or Hypomania? Seasonal Affective Disorder or Bipolar? Introspective or antisocial… how the psychiatric community is failing us   Find Joy in the beauty around you,they say, in the rising of the sun, the rustle of the leaves, the cacophony of birdsong that accompanies the first rays of light…In your family,…

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Can we please just rip it off already?

I am not “excited” about the realization that I suffer with PTSD for any reason other than it explains every single peculiar thing about me that I have questioned my entire life. I do not relish the fact that it still frequently controls me. However, if I hope to be free of it (which I…

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The nightmare is real

Living with PTSD is like every now and then you randomly find yourself locked in a cage where you can see and hear everyone around you but you can’t feel them, and they keep yelling at you to just get out. But you can’t get out. You’re trapped by an invisible wall that no one…

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A Day in the Life of PTSD

I strongly encourage everyone to journal and I'm posting this mess of thoughts to demonstrate why daily writing is such an important tool in managing PTSD. The essence of this journal entry is that I got triggered by something inconsequential, and through writing about my reaction over the course of the day was ultimately able...
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Facing The Enemy

So now that I have officially embarked on this next phase of my life, put my old life behind me and wrapped up most of the loose ends, what is left is the hardest part: facing the enemy within. I have rid my life of the narcissists telling me I am crazy and delusional. What...