Analogy: My Ptsd Feels Like...

[Zef]

Like dying is a good option.

 

[Chincho]

Like an old friend who had moved away and came back for an unexpected visit.

 

[Survivor2Thriver]

It feels like the great thaw of 2014. The journey will be worth it! More than worth it. Better than worth it. :joyful:

 

[Viosinger]

Today, my PTSD feels like a child's imaginative but impossible/ridiculous monster in the closet or under the bed. It seems like everyone this week thinks I'm exaggerating or dramatic. But I still have to try & sleep knowing that the impossible monster is real.

 

[Zef]

My PTSD feels like failure.

 

[ResaLock]

My PTSD feels like I have a horrible monster living inside me. It gets out sometimes, and rips apart my insides scratching at the wall of my body inside, bringing me into its mind of the horror inside itself. People come to my cage and cannot see me, the cage or the monster. They are so far away, yet inside me.

 

[Viosinger]

Today, my PTSD feels like a swamp. I'm ready to run & be productive, but every step I take is slowed by water, mud, resistance.

 

[Lionheart]

My PTSD feels like both a blessing and a curse. It is a curse in that it causes me a lot of struggling and suffering at times, but at other times I almost seem to thrive on the adversity; it has forced me to push to improve the quality of my life and in this respect, it occasionally seems like a blessing.

 

[Queen Boudica]

A huge volcano (my mother) erupted in violent ferocity with a multitude of explosive projections of rock and pumice that hit me over and over and beat me to the ground. I pull myself up in agonizing terror; trying to escape but, as I tried to outrun the hot flowing lava my body was enveloped in a layer of thick hot ash falling from above. It stifles my breathing and the larva adheres me to the ground, motionless as I watch myself dissolve from the outside in and slowly suffocate. Barely alive on the inside, terrified, knowing I am turning into a molten statue frozen for eternity in fear.

 

[BloomInWinter]

My PTSD feels like I am recovering from being thrown through a plate glass window of traumas.

 

[Haley13]

Post your own responses.

"My PTSD Feels Like..."

...opening up a closet full of boxes and boxes of mismatched puzzles, then having all of them come crashing down into one gigantic pile...then being told I have to put them all back in the correct boxes before I leave.

UGH.

My PTSD feels like a scar... at first it hurt and was open and everything aggravated it, then the wound started to close over, but it still ached and tugged at me, always pulling itself into my thoughts, it's now become a scar which my body has become used to it being there. I'll never get rid of it, it's now a part of me and something I've had to learn to work around although it still aches and gives me trouble when I least expect it.

 

[unforgiven]

My PTSD feels like I'm wandering naked, handcuffed and blindfolded in a large shopping center, I can hear the people laughing, yelling and hitting,kicking and burning me with cigarettes but when the blindfold is torn off, I'm alone in the dark underground car park walking in wet concrete where each step sounds like strangers whispering.