It has been a year, maybe more, since I have written. I have forgotten how therapeutic it can be. I also forget that there are many on the same path with me. Sometimes fighting this fight can be the loneliest of journeys. Sometimes i need to be reminded that when i say I hate living with PTSD… there are others out there need no more explanation than that. They understand the pain, the darkness, the struggling, the wanting to just be calm.
I don’t know why it has to go on forever. I try to out think it, out run it,name it I have tried it. And it still here i am at 52 having a really bad day.
why you ask, i don’t know.
Maybe because when i was 3……… life was turned upside down and i have never been able to turn it back upright.