I am angry, dissapointed, tired, horny, lonely, a little scared,...and yet somehow, I am still basically happy. Used to be that I could only recognize myself as feeling one or two emotions at a time. Now I am much more aware of the many different things that are important to me and how those things affect how I feel.
Probably, the very best thing to ever come from years and years of battling PTSD is that I do not give up easily and when I do, it is a calculated choice and not necessarily a sign of defeat.
I am learning to let go of the things that I can't control, by accepting that I can't change them, but acceptance does not mean I have to like it. However, when it all comes down, I am a good man, I do the best I can, I have nothing to hide and even less to prove to myself or others. So all in all, one could say that I am a miserable, lonely and disabled, middle-aged man who is very sad about getting old... On the other hand, ya just can't keep me down for long!!! This happily surprises me. LOL
Gosh I love this forum!!! ***(Thanks Anthony, Nicolette and rest of staff).