Living In A Country When PTSD Is So Common, But Unrecognised

[BethRSA]

Hey Robin,

Thanks for "validating" my thread. :thumbs-up At that time, I was just so frustrated at that time with break-ins all around me AGAIN.

When I go back to America every few years, my parents and others do think that I'm paranoid. They wonder what I'm doing with my bedroom door locked, but I really can't sleep in their house in the quiet suburbs with the back sliding glass door open and just the screen door shut. They can't believe that I lock the car at the shops. They wonder why I hold my bag (purse) so tight and always have my cell phone with me.

Even though it's "safer" there, I don't let myself get too relaxed...I know that I'm coming back home to this beautiful, interesting land that is "Alive with Possibilities".

 

[kers]

It must be, at times, challenging to love living in a place that is so rich with beauty and culture and at the same time so damaging to its people. I think, as others have said here, that by being there for others when they are hurt, you are keeping a gem of that goodness alive and perhaps sprouting it in others. You know that old adage, there is no way to peace, peace is the way? I wonder if there can be some comfort found in knowing that by living your lives bravely in the face of threats and despair, you are keeping the essence of life going; you're not giving in even under terrible circumstances.