I’d like to give a shout-out to ptsd for f*cking up the following things!

[Deleted member 37474]

Giving me moments where I think I am fine and over it, only to come back full force and make it hard to leave the house.

 

[AlohaDreaming]

Using my phone in bed (or any screen that gives off blue light...

Try Nitetime app. I've used it for years now with a lot of success.

 

[AlohaDreaming]

My ability to disappear in a crowd.
My ability to work a job without falling apart.
My sense that the world is beautiful and how lucky I am to be part of it.
My dignity.
My dreams. I dream them, then freak out and run.
My bravery.

 

[anonymous]

Having a friendship with an elderly man who looks a bit like my childhood molester is really difficult! I got badly triggered this week. Yet the real man these days is a sweet man, not like the person who harmed me when I was a child. So a friendship almost got messed up pretty badly. Thankfully, when I wrote about it, I could see the truth, instead of what got all messed up and distorted.

 

[EveHarrington]

My self image

 

[Gs172003]

My ability to live my life the way I used to. For shrinking me into a teeny tiny box.