Analogy: My Ptsd Feels Like...

[Queen Boudica]

Like I have been through a nuclear explosion that wasted the inside of me and left a shell of ash as my body. And any minute that shell of ash will just collapse into a pile of dust.

 

[Marie E.]

When you can relate to every song cause you can't allow yourself to have permission to express emotions.

 

[KP the nut]

I am managing it but it is a beast inside me constantly trying to regain control.

 

[Loloma]

My childhood, adolescence and most of my adulthood have been stolen from me by self centered egotistical predators. I feel unhappy, lost, and sad still trying to find a little happiness somewhere.

 

[melody]

Like a straightjacket - no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get loose.

 

[Sandra]

I can so relate to that Melody.

 

[Queen Boudica]

Like a straightjacket - no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to get loose.

Sending you a pair of scissors to cut that jacket off and some lighter fuel to burn it forever.

 

[Queen Boudica]

My ptsd feels like I am in that straight jacket banging my head against the wall. But then I find the scissors and cut myself out of it and burn it forever. And I kick the door down and run out of that cell, screaming "I am free".

Only to find the next morning I wake up and find I am still in that straightjacket in that padded cell and the scissors and lighter fuel have disappeared. And there is now a huge padded lock on that door that is made of 2feet thick steel.

 

[lost4awhile]

Sometimes, like I am in a tv set and the song by The Doors is playing "People are Strange!" Uh! That is the worst, haven't felt that disconnected in awhile, thank goodness!

 

[KP the nut]

Like I'm letting the beast out

 

[Meadowsweet]

Today I feel like I'm the other side of the glass and the world outside can't hear me.

 

[Gloria]

My ptsd feels like I am in that straight jacket banging my head against the wall. But then I find the scissors and cut myself out of it and burn it forever. And I kick the door down and run out of that cell, screaming "I am free".

Only to find the next morning I wake up and find I am still in that straightjacket in that padded cell and the scissors and lighter fuel have disappeared. And there is now a huge padded lock on that door that is made of 2feet thick steel.

I can so relate to that. I pick myself only to fall down again and again and again. I get so tired. I have a good life but my nightmares takes my life away from me every night and every morning I have to force myself to get the scissor and try to cut the straighjacket and cut the lock and come out.