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keifer
I'm the guy with PTSD. I'm writing this as I'm reflecting. My sister is the only family member who knows I have this. She was the one I called when I couldn't go on anymore in my rage and my suicide intentions. She has been to some of my appointments and therapy sessions over the last year.
The other day, she said she felt guilty. I have been thinking mostly about myself. I think this is normal. Now, I'm thinking how she feels and the impact on her. I guess, this is progression. Progression, for me, seems to measured in something smaller than baby steps.
Today, I asked her why she felt guilty. Was it not being there or me getting PTSD? I told her I feel very bad at times. When I have it or it's happening, I feel vulnerable and don't want anyone to see me like that. I went home yesterday vice huddle at my desk.
She told me she feels guilty for not being there and maybe the PTSD wouldn't of happened if she was. I told her don't be. I'm rather hard headed. I do appreciate the time now, I told her.
The other day, she said she felt guilty. I have been thinking mostly about myself. I think this is normal. Now, I'm thinking how she feels and the impact on her. I guess, this is progression. Progression, for me, seems to measured in something smaller than baby steps.
Today, I asked her why she felt guilty. Was it not being there or me getting PTSD? I told her I feel very bad at times. When I have it or it's happening, I feel vulnerable and don't want anyone to see me like that. I went home yesterday vice huddle at my desk.
She told me she feels guilty for not being there and maybe the PTSD wouldn't of happened if she was. I told her don't be. I'm rather hard headed. I do appreciate the time now, I told her.