1. This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this site, you are agreeing to our use of cookies. Learn More.

The Daily Dose

Get the last 24hrs of new topics delivered to your inbox.

Click Here to Subscribe

Still Standing
Last Activity:
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:50 PM
Dec 17, 2017
Likes Received:
Trophy Points:

Still Standing

Well-Known Member, Female, from Somewhere on earth: not yet transported elsewhere

Holding the nose just above the water line...head feels like an anchor. Turn the spigot to my head off, please! Mar 19, 2018 at 7:35 PM

Still Standing was last seen:
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:50 PM
    1. Still Standing
      Still Standing
      Holding the nose just above the water line...head feels like an anchor. Turn the spigot to my head off, please!
      1. littleoc likes this.
    2. Still Standing
      Still Standing
      The black cloud is stalking me! I'm running away as fast as I can! Breathe!
      1. littleoc likes this.
    3. Still Standing
      Still Standing
      There should be passports for all the head trips I've had this week! Sheesh!
      1. EveHarrington and littleoc like this.
    4. Still Standing
      Still Standing
      Playing chess with PTSD: he cheats.
      1. Yamamoto and Bearlinda like this.
      2. Yamamoto
        Pull an en passant on him!
        Jan 11, 2018
        Still Standing likes this.
  • Loading...
  • Loading...
  • About

    I have CPTSD. I find much comfort in being creative. It is a form of "speaking" for me. Emotions can be poured into whatever my hands find to work on. While the hands are busy, my mind is free to evaluate problems and find solutions to them. I like to dabble in photography, mixed media, and beading. Reading non-fiction and biographies are also an occasional diversion from the world of PTSD. And I scrapbook family photos. It is a safe medium in which to view past family and events. Having to look at old photos gives me opportunity to process the hurts and allow the pain to ebb to a less aggressive level. I suppose it is a form of exposure therapy. For me, this avenue works. I recently acquired a puppy that became an emotional support therapy companion. He has grown from a very tiny, floppy-eared pup to an elongated, black, half-chihuahua half daschsund mixed breed (luck of the pick from the Humane Society) with ears that are bigger than his face. They stick straight up to the sky like sails on a sailboat. He looks like a black Fruit Bat walking on four stubby legs. But, he is unaffected by his heritage. He lives and acts like a normal dog. I am inspired by his obliviousness to his oddness. If only there was an easy way to look and live beyond the warped view CPTSD wraps around my head! I also love to get in the car, plug in an audio book, and drive for hours, to destinations to other states...anywhere far away. Living, landlocked, in high desert, I long for ocean humidity, rain, fog, and evergreen trees. The kids are grown and gone, living lives of their own. It is only hubby and I now. We both hold on to life via faith in Jesus. He has been my lifeline through uncountable traumas and abuse. In my deepest black hole, He is the only rope that reaches far enough to pull me out. Though I whine, complain, feel hopeless and suicidal, at times, in enduring patience, He is always there for me.
Show Sidebar