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Today, I realized that my PTSD was a gift. Because of it, I've been turned inside out and forced to face the demons that have been haunting me all my life. Demons that I've buried so deep, I forgot
that they are the cause of my despair, my sadness, my grief, and most of all, my shame. Like a cancer that's become so entrenched inside me, I have no concept of who I would be without it.
If the PTSD hadn't been triggered, I would have spent the rest of my miserable existence feeling nothing but pain and shame. I didn't know I could get better. I didn't know I had the right to be whole. Now, I'm forced to fight my demons, one at a time, and take back what they've stolen from me. It hurts like hell. I dread going to therapy. I feel like I've been flayed when I leave. But I also feel a little bit stronger, a bit more like the person I think I could be.
What this means to me is that before I die, I'm going to get to live. I don't care if it's for a month or a week or a day, I'm going to live. Unshackled, unburdoned. Free. Happy.
that they are the cause of my despair, my sadness, my grief, and most of all, my shame. Like a cancer that's become so entrenched inside me, I have no concept of who I would be without it.
If the PTSD hadn't been triggered, I would have spent the rest of my miserable existence feeling nothing but pain and shame. I didn't know I could get better. I didn't know I had the right to be whole. Now, I'm forced to fight my demons, one at a time, and take back what they've stolen from me. It hurts like hell. I dread going to therapy. I feel like I've been flayed when I leave. But I also feel a little bit stronger, a bit more like the person I think I could be.
What this means to me is that before I die, I'm going to get to live. I don't care if it's for a month or a week or a day, I'm going to live. Unshackled, unburdoned. Free. Happy.