Analogy: My Ptsd Feels Like...

[scott_1971_h]

I forgot to add: Like a mirror crack'd from side to side.

 

[scott_1971_h]

like I am drowning.

Me too in the early stages. Maybe just my circumstances have changed - things were pretty unsettled for me then and i had less than no support...

 

[The Albatross]

My PTSD feels like I'm wearing glasses with the wrong prescription... it makes things fuzzy or distorted and hard to discern and interpret.

 

[Tinyflame]

Me too in the early stages. Maybe just my circumstances have changed - things were pretty unsettled for me then and i had less than no support...

I'm glad scott it's a little better.

Me also, in so far as that's not a permanent feeling any more.
(..off to the 'What are you Thankful For..' thread ;):))

(((Hugs)))

 

[KP the nut]

My PTSD feels as if it wants to fight back again

 

[incongruent]

My PTSD feels like an old shadow. He hovers over my back and picks fights with those I care about, and it is he who I dance with when I suffer from anxiety.

 

[Abrasky]

This was really a dream I had. But there were lockers where I volunteered in this dream. My locker had papers flying all over the place. My one time role model's locker's papers was all neatly stacked in a tall pile.

 

[Cheshire]

From Dean Koontz's Odd Thomas:

"If you put one of those shells to your ear, you will not hear the surf breaking but only a dry mournful wind, as if the shell has forgotten its origins."

That's what my PTSD feels like at the moment.

 

[LaurenRose]

On a cellular level my molecules are separated from each other leaving weaknesses that are undefendable. Like using cheesecloth as a wet suit in the deep sea.

 

[LaurenRose]

Managing my PTSD emotions is like herding cats.

 

[BloomInWinter]

My PTSD feels like My self is the most complex amalgamation of an Ikea furniture piece shipped with the wrong instructions.

 

[Sazza]

My PTSD feels like a different person who is struggling the put the pieces of the jigsaw. The jigsaw being life back together again. It feels like lots of disjointed thoughts and lots of mixed emotions from one minute to the next. It feels like I'm on the outside looking in if that makes sense there thus constant guard and glass between me and rest world, at times it makes me feel dead existing in this turmoil.