I feel you. I really do. 33, and still struggling. And just when I get to the point where therapy is starting to help, I lost my job. Today. Now, not sure what to do.
But still... going to tell you some of what my therapist told me last night. I know you have heard this before, but THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT.
Folks like you and I, we are going to get through this. You know why? Because even after all we have been through leading up to us developing PTSD, we haven't given up. We keep going. We keep fighting. It may not always feel like it, but instead of throwing in that towel we keep swinging. We keep reaching out through the darkness, looking for that light that we lost along the way and once in awhile it shines bright for a moment. We cling to those moments and move forward. And over time, that light will get brighter. Those moments of relief and hope and light will get longer and longer. It will get better.
And one last thing... something I am working on hard today, despite being jobless, broke, and in one heck of a jam...
Be kind to yourself. You deserve it, and you are worth it.