My PTSD Forum
I am in a bad place tonight. I am so tired of fighting so dang hard and things never getting better. Or if I do get a small break of peace, it only gets worse after it ends than it was before. I try so dang hard. I'm persistent in therapy, I'm trying to finish school, I'm trying to find a job. I NEED another service dog, but I can't afford one without a job. But I can't function enough to work more than a few hours. I try to find part time work- but I get turned down. My parents think I am...
I feel so lost and alone. I am not one to give up on hopes and dreams. For me that would equal giving up on life which I am not ready to do. I always feel like there is a giant chasm between me and happiness. It is blocking me from achieving goals and dreams and from having connection with other people who love and support me.
Every weekend and at night I get this overwhelming sense of doom and a massive amount of emotion that I'm holding back at all costs. It's only Friday and it's already...
First, I'm sick, so I'm exhausted (saw doctor and went home). I'm behind on everything. I'm mostly unnoticed by the world unless I'm disappointing people. I'm articulate and don't usually worry too much about my own ass so have been put in the position of speaking up for my department at work several times. Lately I've noticed they aren't even necessarily grateful or willing to have my back...but just load me with guilt trips if I don't continue to do their dirty work. If I need any sort of...
Hi. I sort of stumbled upon this site and thought, "Why not give it a try?"...I have had 14 cardiac surgeries over the last 12 years due to an injury I had while serving as a medic in the Army. I am trying to connect with others who may have also had multiple surgeries/medical issues that have caused them to have some of the symptoms of PTSD like I think I am finally starting to have. I am hoping to gain a bit of insight into symptoms commonly associated with past experiences like mine. Many...
He was the only one that would show compassion when it came to my anxiety.....I was ran thru the mud by other doctors who could clearly see i was suffering but he said right off the bat I will help you, I believe treat others the way you would want to be treated.....
I'm heart broken of hearing he passed away at 41.........I got a call confirming a App with doctor Hunter and i was like Hunter? what about my doctor, she said he passed away this past weekend.......I do not fear where he went,...
I immerse myself in these reminders of conflict and what all veterans go through and as Lietenant Murphy states in this poignant film part of you literally dies and stays on the battle field when you have to watch your friends die in front of you and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
With tears streaming down my face I sit here with visions of Snoopy, Dawg and Braughton, RIP MY brothers. I left my tears and part of my heart with each one of you, Braughton Cradling you in my arms as...
Hey guys, I found this simple sample beat on YouTube. I've always wanted to try spitting, so here is my first attempt. Not gonna lie, it got a little out of hand and took a good hour or so, but I hope some of you will put in the time to try, because it does feel good.
This is the beat I used:
Let's make some rap beats
I'ma sit in this seat
Let y'all try your hand at rhymin sweet
I've never spit before
But I'm open to walking through that door
I want to see what y'all got to say
My Provider and I work all over the emotional and intellectual map. One moment, that occurs from time to time, deeply moves me. Like yesterday, while sharing a painful memory, my Provider shed a couple of tears, in empathy with me (while my Provider maintained a therapeutic presence).
It deeply moves me; connects me deeply experiencing a "with-ness" that is healthy.
Has anyone done this before?
With my previous (and 1st ever) T, I could only communicate the important info about my trauma via writing.
I have recently started with a new T. I hoped I could prevent myself from slipping back into that pattern of writing as I feel it can be a cop out and also that I sometimes say more than I'm probably comfortable saying if it was ever spoken directly. One of the reasons I moved on was because I felt so stuck.
The 1st few weeks with my new T started well....
A confession to start with: I've actually been lurking here for a few months, reading lots of posts, which has been so valuable - so much has resonated, helped a few things to fall into place for me and also given me hope and encouragement even though I haven't been actively involved in posting. So thank you for all the indirect help so far!
i'm female, in my late-30s and I live in the UK. I started therapy last summer as I recognised that I was feeling depressed and...
Certainly, my recovery is always a work in progress. To validate the latest growth that is consistently appearing, I share the reclaiming of what would be considered natural movement, in certain areas.
I can now approach dealing with money, I am moving a little better at home-can brush my teeth twice a day, and can do tasks in the kitchen a bit more than before, and I can spend 2 hours at the computer-at the library. (I'm on a long road of making my home as safe as the library.) Last year...
I'm moving on from a break up with my ex who isolated for a month and didn't contact me at all. He reemerged a week after I sent him an email breaking up with him - long distance relationship. I've struggled with letting go and still do, but I don't want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with me and doesn't respect my boundaries.
I came across this article and I thought it was interesting reading. I find some comfort in the points it brings up, the biases we have that prevent us...
I was notified the other day that, after three months or so of not working, I'll be working this weekend to cover some coworkers. Its like the anxiety almost went into hibernation because of how good I was at avoiding stressors. BOOM. I feel it coursing through my veins, all over again. Suddenly what is muscle memory (I'm a cashier) seems impossible... As if it is again my first day. Quiet, nervous me. Trying to fit in and tell them what I like, what I do in my spare time...
That's not to...
I saw an old friend (who I dated) at a park yesterday. Not sure if she saw me wave. I'm not sure why I waved. Knee jerk reaction I guess.
The friend is from the job I left one day when my glass got too full and I fell apart. I never had a chance to go back and explain to any of my friends aka family. I'm so embarrassed that I let myself and everybody else down.
Intellectually I understand but it still feels like I abandoned them. It feels like I owe them an explanation or an apology.
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