Analogy: My Ptsd Feels Like...

[goingonhope]

My Ptsd currently feels like utter exhaustion, disbelief and a deep sense of sadness and alienation, ...and currently is like flipping through the pages of a photo album only to either doze into a trance state or sleep, or to unpredictably be electrocuted by the imagery viewed.

 

[mary1979]

Like someone ran me over with a semi truck, backed up onto me, spun the wheels on my chest while holding the break down for a minute and then sped off spitting me out in pieces. Some days.

Others.
Like they came back and spat on me for fun after.

 

[seedling]

Like I'm the only one stupid enough to have the over the top emotional reaction when things happen.

 

[Whyteferret]

Like when you're trying to dive and belly flop instead. Then you sink to the bottom of the pool, start swimming up, and try to take a breath 2 inches too soon. You get up, cough up shit loads of water to have the next person jump off the diving board and slam into you...

 

[Chimera]

PTSD.
For me feels like...
An infestation of insects that feeds on scars.
Seasonally reminding me of wounds I've fought to heal.

 

[lostforgottensoul]

Like a millon pounds of cement shoes in water...and its pulling me under at the moment...

 

[The Albatross]

My PTSD feels now like an intermittent adversary with a passive/aggressive tendencies. Not the most helpful but solid in dangerous situations... but it snaps you in the ass or kicks you in the head when you least expect it. But hey that's progress, eh?

 

[BloomInWinter]

My PTSD now feels like a bomb shelter my true self crawled into during my childhood to keep my true self safely hidden until the storm of my abusive family passed...only I didn't know it had passed until in my late 40's.

I'm glad my brain protected me until I could be actually physically and emotionally safe. But climbing out sure has been difficult. I'm in the sunlight now, though.

 

[Chimera]

A maze.
A multidimensional maze with some wicked, evolving traps layered out especially for my particular brand of insanity...sorta like that movie 13 ghosts?
(I've wondered if that writer had ptsd and now that I am more informed, did.)

 

[Whyteferret]

Quick sand. It tries to pull me under and seems to get worse the longer I'm in it

I have to find a branch or something to pull myself out

Or hope someone offers me a hand

 

[watundah]

Distant, ancient memories seem so old they can't possibly matter anymore. Then Sadness and Fear wrap their hands around my neck.

 

[Jackson]

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"My PTSD Feels Like..."

...opening up a closet full of boxes and...

My ptsd feels like a snake bite....its not the bite that kills you but the venom... the anger, anxiety, distrust and guilt coursing though my veins. It slowly effects my heart, my lungs and my head. It leaves me isloated mourning the loss of my usefulness and searching for anti venom that just is not on the market