I've only just recently become aware that I suffer from CPTSD from physical and emotional traumas I suffered as a child and as an adult for that matter. For years I've known something was wrong but have never been able to pinpoint it till now. I'm only just beginning to understand and cope with what I'm dealing with and the emotions are a absolute roller coaster. Things are hard right now...not gonna lie...but through all the mess I keep finding little points of positives that are my rocks and my guideposts. I was very happy and relieved to see a quote that said simply, "You are not broken and in need of fixing, you are injured in need of care".
Unfortunately, I don't have much in the way of a support system. My original family has abandoned me completely...which is a good thing. That's where all the trauma stems from. The biggest blow this year has been my wife wanting to get divorced. I'm lucky in that we have every intention of building a healthy relationship (we were friends for a long time before we married) for both of our sakes, and for our daughter as well, but damn the news was a huge slug to the gut and down I went. For weeks I literally felt like I was drowning, and struggling to stay afloat. But as I have always done for some weird reason, as things around me fall apart, I keep pushing and fighting and work on picking up the pieces but this time it's different. Yes there is an incredible sadness to it all, but I keep finding joy in little moments as I realize that this time...as I put myself back together..this time my identity is mine. It's the person I want to be and the person I know that I can be. It's gonna take a lot of work...and it's not gonna be easy, but I'm going to do it. There is an old Japanese proverb that I have leaned on heavily though the years:
"Fall down seven times, stand up eight"
Things are going to get better. I know it. There will come a day where I will know peace...I will know love...and I will know happiness.
Unfortunately, I don't have much in the way of a support system. My original family has abandoned me completely...which is a good thing. That's where all the trauma stems from. The biggest blow this year has been my wife wanting to get divorced. I'm lucky in that we have every intention of building a healthy relationship (we were friends for a long time before we married) for both of our sakes, and for our daughter as well, but damn the news was a huge slug to the gut and down I went. For weeks I literally felt like I was drowning, and struggling to stay afloat. But as I have always done for some weird reason, as things around me fall apart, I keep pushing and fighting and work on picking up the pieces but this time it's different. Yes there is an incredible sadness to it all, but I keep finding joy in little moments as I realize that this time...as I put myself back together..this time my identity is mine. It's the person I want to be and the person I know that I can be. It's gonna take a lot of work...and it's not gonna be easy, but I'm going to do it. There is an old Japanese proverb that I have leaned on heavily though the years:
"Fall down seven times, stand up eight"
Things are going to get better. I know it. There will come a day where I will know peace...I will know love...and I will know happiness.