My PTSD Forum
Yesterday was a good day but exhausting.I had a lawyer's appointment, a dog training lesson with my dog trainer. I always enjoy learning from her.
On my way to the appointment Jellybean was her amazing self. When I was on the LRT (subway) I met a wonderful lady and had a very nice chat with her. She told me she wished she could take Jellybean home with her. I got to do some positive Service Dog awareness. She told me she know she was not suppose to touch, talk to a Service Dog. I explained...
I saw the cover of the 2015 edition of the Sports Illustrated 2015 swimsuit edition, and lets just say the model has her bathing suit panties pulled down really low. As a normal male, it is very eye appealing to me, but as I briefly looked at it, I found myself incredibly saddened.
I was saddened because this young lady was willing to expose this much of herself for public view; yes she made lots of money and gained fame from it, but at what price?
It saddens me that a national /...
It's nothing new -I'm just bringing it up here for the first time. I have a slight idea where it's coming from, but only slight. When I was a kid I used to have weird visualizations that I can't place anywhere rationally, of being sort of locked up and have people watch me like some kind of medical experiment.
I know it sounds weird. In my family people tend to believe in past lives and say that we remember stuff from it. Since I have no other explanation for it, I have...
Hi, i am a very shaky person. I have to deal with tremors emotionally and physically all the time. When I say all the time, I mean all the time.
Three weeks ago I reduced my medication from 100 mg Seroquel ( Quetiapin) to 50 mg. I have been pretty unstable but was still able to handle it. Now I am just confused. Ever since Monday after running late and running very hard to get to a choir practice, I have been really dizzy and shaky.
I also suffer from a chronic lung condition called...
Does anyone else ask themself this sometimes?
Its late. I'm sitting on his couch, trying to read my novel. He went to bed early, after discreetly avoiding me all evening. As he has been for at least a week now. After I came home from work and brought groceries and cooked him dinner and washed up the dishes afterwards. I'm doing my best to be helpful. That's what he asked me to do, after all. I hopped into bed a short time ago and snuggled up against him as I usually do, only to be loudly...
Yes! this is exactly what I am dealing with daily basis. When I was jobless, I felt I was good for nothing because no one hired me for more than a year. When I was at school, I was thinking that I will never make it to Uni. When I made it to uni, I thought I will never make it to honors, when I made it to Honors, I thought I will Never make to masters, now that I have masters I feel that I am running after futile success when I am internally not happy.
I don't think that I can ever stop...
Hi, so I'm new to everything. I'm new to PTSD (recently diagnosed), I'm new to online support of any kind and I'm going through a lot of new changes in my life.
I recently got out of a 2 year abusive relationship and I'm still not the best at talking about it-even when I need to. I've lost most of my support system and I'm trying to go back to school and work to put myself through college. Honestly, things have been gradually getting extremely overwhelming. Lately, I've been feeling...
I've been having nightmares on a fairly consistent basis for the past 3 to 4 years.
I cold turkeyed off of Effexor three weeks ago and my nightmares went crazy. I read up and saw that nightmares can be one of the many withdrawl symptoms. But they don't seem to be getting better.
These nightmares are a kind I have never experienced before. It's really hard to explain but as an example: the other night I fell asleep at 2 AM. Woke up at 2:15 AM and my night was over… couldn't fall asleep...
Hello everyone... I'm new to the site. I am the spouse of a recent Marine Corps retiree who is suffering from PTSD (amongst other things). Quite frankly, to be honest.... I am at my wits end and am looking for not only more insight into this cancer that has invaded our marriage/lives but some support.
I joined back in September as a sufferer (my father got me to join) but havn't really been on due to other commitments.
Just thought that I'd left everyone know that after nearly 4 years of repeated nightmares every night, this has now suddenly stopped so I am having nightmare free sleeps and I am now able to view my old trigger with nothing more than a slight increase in heart rate.
It isn't forever =]
I've been self-conscious about keeping one because if I do keep one, it would be a sign that I would still need a journal to recover, that I'm reliant on it for help. Do people without PTSD keep journals/diaries, and is it considered normal? I'm not worried about it being discovered, but I am ambivalent about keeping one because it would be a sign that I still have PTSD.
A few months ago I was witness to a deadly car accident.
There was a single driver involved, no passengers and I was witness to the body after the accident and as they were taking it away in a black bag.
I didn't know the person, never met them in my life and couldn't tell you much about them other than they had caramel skin.
Although I didn't know this person, or anything remotely about them, I still feel a very deep sense of loss. I worry about the family of this individual who was...
In December 2014 I was sitting in my boyfriends brand new car we had just purchased earlier that day. I was inside the car located inside a parking garage (third level) in downtown of my city, because he was supposed to be running in to take care of something for work for about half and hour and then we had plans to grab dinner afterwards. After about an hour I learned that it was taking much longer than planned, so I grabbed my phone and began watching Hulu to distract myself. About another...
I think I have finally made a breakthrough with my fear of trusting anyone. I have been having a rough go for the past several months. But a dream I had enlightened me just a little and it feels ok now.
My dream was about my new T and I blindfolded her to take her to "the house of horrors" where I grew up. We went in the house and I showed her the things that happened to me. The house showed all the gorry details of my past, which is weird because holes have been repaired, rooms have changed...
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