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CPTSD and the Miracle of Survival
Usually when we talk about survival we talk on a grand scale. We think big. Our mind’s eye conjures up disasters and world changing events, daring adventures and the impossible quest, things on an epic scale worthy of eighty point type on the front page or a close-up on the television. Survival is the story…
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Such a tiny thing, which can seem so very dangerous with CPTSD
Facebook, how you bring all my insecurities to light. I could hate you for that.Or I could embrace you.I’m not sure which. Check back in an hour.
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CPTSD : The Positives We Have Learned
Weird title, right? I saw a thread over on Twitter, some of you all may have seen or participated in it as well. What it was about was looking at the positive side of the traits of CPTSD that we have. I was skeptical at first. It struck me as rather ‘wishful thinking’. But, I…
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CPTSD : Action / Inaction Paradox
I have cptsd and I want to save everyone. When I read through the thoughts and questions posted here my heart breaks. I know the loneliness some of you are going through. I know that feeling of ‘not enough’. I know that place where laying down and just ending is the most appealing wish to…
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CPTSD : The Bonsai People
I have cptsd. I’ve struggled with it for nearly 40 years. Until – I finally found someone who could put all the pieces together and give my basket of problems a name. That in itself was one triumph. Knowing. Then I remember the bonsai. We are the bonsai people. Tiny seedlings shaped, trained, even mutilated…
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CPTSD : This morning’s flashback.
A Thread #CPTSD #mentalhealth #morning First off. I’m ok. I’m wired. I’m exhausted. I’m dropping things left and right. I’m moving too fast. But all that is manageable. I’m ok. I’m and hour and a half late starting my day. so #fml. But even that is manageable. Thread /1 This is the morning after a…
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Instead of Mother’s Day / Father’s Day
That’s it. No more Mother’s Day for me. No more Father’s Day for me. I’m done. I know I can’t be the only person who watches their social media feeds fill up with heartfelt tributes to moms and dads, and feel, well, left out. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day for me are not filled with…
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Midnight Writing Jan 9, 2016
Some people travel through the Shadowlands and after trial and tribulation they emerge. They shake off the dark soot of so many sorrows and return to the sun. But I lived in the Shadowlands. I ate of the fruit and drank from bitter and saline streams. Years have passed here and the Shadowlands have swallowed…
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Just one of those things…
Today is just one of ‘those’ days. A day when even though the sky is blue my whole world appears to be one flat shade of grey. My depression can be like this, sneaking up out of a stressful moment to make an appearance days later. These are the days that I just concentrate on…