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I am sorry my post was misunderstood. I was merely trying reframe this thing called privilege, not say it doesn't exist. In my healing journey from PTSD, I have often found that re-framing a traumatic incident and looking at the bigger picture surrounding those incidents helped me in my...

I think that the first step is to acknowledge your inner thoughts; be they racist or inclusive. The hard work comes when we complicate it all by thinking that we have to behave "differently" to someone who has different way of being or looking than we do. A therapist that I used to see, taught...

I appreciate your kind words. True, it is so hard when these loud noises trigger and trigger and trigger. I finally have to resort to sedatives which I hate. I sometimes feel rage which is also hard because we are supposed to be civilized and I have nowhere to put all that anger.

This reminds me of an author named Sylvia Plath, who wrote "The Bell Jar." In it she describes something that sounds like what you are saying; her feelings of depression led to a "disconnect" from everyone else, as if a giant bell jar had been placed over her. I have been in that head space...

I find this to be true, as well. For example, I once expressed a desire to go into the interior decorating business. A so called friend immediately looked horrified, and announced that it was a "Cut Throat" business. I got alarmed and began to doubt myself. Years later, I when I encountered...

I might look into these, because the constant fireworks in my neighborhood is driving me insane. I use foam earplugs for sleeping and my ears itch, flake and get very dry, so I have to put coconut oil in them when I get up. What kind of over ear headphones do you sleep in? And are they comfortable?

Likely it will be this way until the day I die, since I am over sixty and in very poor health. I was in lockdown long before COVID, and there are less and less things that I can do to feel better. I know this too shall pass, but it is not passing fast enough!

Multiple sources. Childhood abuse, growing up in the sixties when there was rioting and shooting going on, witnessing violence in my family. I grew up in a war zone!

Thanks for replying. Scary right now.

Tonight I had a complete breakdown uncontrollable weeping and shaking. My lovely neighbors decided to set off fireworks, which triggered a massive meltdown. Not only am I autistic, I have complex PTSD so not a good combination. Right now I feel like I don't belong in a world like this. Not...

I guess I am somewhat grateful for my medications, whereas before, I resented the need for them as well as having to take them. But they honestly take the edge off, when I feel like I am about to lose my mind. Today has been particularly bad, with frequent bouts of weeping and feeling isolated...

Amazing how those two words do comfort. I'm safe. I have to remember that I am thinking of old stories, and that they are no longer playing out. Thanks for responding.

I will just say that I canceled membership with an online shopping website whom I cannot in good conscience continue to support in view of their overall practices and treatment of human beings. I realized that I feel as if a great burden lifted, and I am making an effort to be a better person by...

I lived through the rioting in the 60's, which partially contributed to my current PTSD. If I hear anything that sounds like gunfire, I am a basket case. So what do I do now? Like others have said, I try to avoid the news in excess. It was hard enough being reminded to think about illness all...

Thanks, pam4him. I am feeling slightly better today, but fear the next trigger since I succumb so quickly to despair. I try some of the tools my counselor taught me, but basically I find that I must ride it out, hopefully.

Thank you for the warm welcomes! I look forward to posting more.

I hope to find validation and support here. I am currently going through a rough time with multiple triggers over the past month, triggering my complex PTSD. I feel like I am drowning and surrounded by danger, even though I am not. Just reaching out, I guess.