@Solara not trying to offend anyone. I took it as just interesting is all. I do tend to reflect a lot more at night though, like the article gets into. Yes the reflecting causes my symptoms to be worse, because I'm actually paying attention to them, but it does make some sense to me that people who reflect on their day may be more intelligible, at least in some ways. Obviously IQ is not the only measure of intelligence. But I personally feel this reflecting has at the very least made me more emotionally smart, and I could see where there could be some carry over. Maybe anyways. I also think it depends how you read the article, maybe people with higher IQ's stay up later, vs. people who stay up later "raise" their IQ. I believe it stated there's only a relationship seen between the two, which means the relationship can go either way or be caused by two unrelated things. Either way I thought it was interesting.
Not trying to make light of PTSD at all. Mostly just posting something that I found interesting. Also the article you posted Solara I actually somewhat agree with. I'm not saying I love my PTSD or my trauma but I can say I'm sure happy I'm not as ignorant as most of the people I see "on the street" everyday. I hate PTSD, and I'm sick of my trauma but it's the reason I am who I am today. It's the reason I can have 10 life stressors hit me at once and barely blink while another person being subject to any one of those things would fall to the floor. I know this is not the same for everyone with PTSD, we all experience it and handle it differently, but I tend to take on "broke-down car" (or other life stressor) a little easier than most because really...it could be SO much worse and I know this all too well. I don't like how I got here, and why I am the person I am, but for the most part, especially on my good days, I'm glad I'm different from the vast majority of the population. I don't know who I'd be without my Trauma or PTSD, because since I can remember I've always had one or both. My T asks me what it would look like, and I don't have a clue. As much as I want this to go away, it scares me A LOT.
I believe we are all a whole lot stronger than the "plain old Jane" walking down the street, and for the most part I'd rather be me.
