Analogy: My Ptsd Feels Like...

[freakofnurture]

My PTSD feels like disgusting stains I can never wash off.

 

[seedling]

Feels like a long, boring story with the same plot line repeated over and over.

 

[BloomInWinter]

Like a crowd of scary ghosts chasing me

 

[nie]

Like I'm being sat on by an elephant.

 

[Marie E.]

Like a hell raiser episode where I keep on having a living (waking) nightmare and return to it over and over upon waking.

 

[justwannabeme]

Like someone took a bolt of fabric, a cross somewhere between fog and screening for a storm door, wet it, drapped it over me and I keep trying to cut thru it and the more I try the smaller the holes of the screen get, and the fog gets thicker. Can't get out or let anyone it.

 

[just me here]

trying to describe the way I feel when the memories keep coming back and the adrenaline and anger keep me wound up and "sick" until the next time I can get some peace through distraction or sleep is not easy and I have struggled with for years.
I think the most universally understood word to describe the frustration and anger I feel when I am reminded of the events in my life that lead to this disorder is "bone-crushing".
When my life was turned upside down and I realised more and more that I was never going to get even a sliver of it back to the previous version, I would lie awake and shake with anger, feeling a mental anguish and physical illness and pain that I can only describe as the most pervasive, intolerable, unstoppable infliction of pain I can imagine receiving, thus "bone-crushing".
Given the same experiences today and I am out of here with no forwarding address. But at 11, looking for help from the same people that had made the decision to inflict the total upheaval of my life on me, the anger and frustration of being reprimanded for seeking help and punishment for looking elsewhere, I fell into an abyss that has been 3 and a half decades of memories and echoes of the pain and frustration.

 

[Reclusive]

Mine feels like somebody else has been in my body for the last 10 years and totally trashed it, inside and out, physical and emotional. And I've finally been given it back, but I'm so damaged I don't even recognize myself, I don't know where the wounds came from, I don't know what's going on, I don't know where I am, and I don't know what's going on.

 

[The Albatross]

My PTSD feels like someone's standing on my chest, sometimes I can get it to let of, sometimes I can't and it's hard to breathe.

 

[Sethe]

PTSD feels like I'm the 'fox' that is constantly 'hunted.'

 

[Happy Head]

Like I'm being sat on by an elephant.

...or being shat on by an elephant

 

[KP the nut]

PTSD feels like I am gaining control of it :D