I went through many years of wondering what was wrong with me, only to finally arrive at a diagnosis. Now, I am in a season where I'm coming to realize that my diagnosis is only an explanation, but it does not identify me. I don't have to give in to the flashbacks, the emotional dissociation, the paranoia. Sometimes, I have a tendency to mold my behavior to my diagnosis, but I don't have to do that.
I can laugh because something is funny. I can cry because something is sad. I don't have to remain distant. I can be afraid and still jump into the fray of a social situation, because PTSD doesn't keep me pinned down. Just because I'm afraid or nervous doesn't mean I can't interact, because "normal" folks experience those same emotions.
I have PTSD. It doesn't have me.
I can laugh because something is funny. I can cry because something is sad. I don't have to remain distant. I can be afraid and still jump into the fray of a social situation, because PTSD doesn't keep me pinned down. Just because I'm afraid or nervous doesn't mean I can't interact, because "normal" folks experience those same emotions.
I have PTSD. It doesn't have me.