Hello, and salutations.
I guess it goes without saying that I have PTSD, why else would I be here. I spent years fighting it the only way I knew how, to power through it with reckless, directionless intent. I hurt people along the way, and destroyed myself. I spent time in the highest of highs, and the lowest of lows. I have worked in the fields and the companies I have wanted, only to ruin my life and end up literally homeless living under a bridge. I have let frustration, and rage and self-inflicted emotional torment tear my life apart.
Now I have taken back control, and I am writing through everything. The things I can not put a voice to, I am putting in words for others to read. It is terrifying most days for strangers to learn about me on a deeper, personal level. But as I see the loved ones around me respond to it, I know I am doing the right thing. For them, and for myself.
I may not be perfect, but I know I am perfect at being me. And if I can't fix myself, or love myself, then how can I expect others to do it for me.
I hope this is a good introduction, I am not very good at this kind of thing.
PS- I put sufferer, because deep down we all suffer in one form or the other. I am just tired of it, and I would like to think that I am on the road to recovery (even if I am not, I believe a mindset that thinks you are, makes it so).
I guess it goes without saying that I have PTSD, why else would I be here. I spent years fighting it the only way I knew how, to power through it with reckless, directionless intent. I hurt people along the way, and destroyed myself. I spent time in the highest of highs, and the lowest of lows. I have worked in the fields and the companies I have wanted, only to ruin my life and end up literally homeless living under a bridge. I have let frustration, and rage and self-inflicted emotional torment tear my life apart.
Now I have taken back control, and I am writing through everything. The things I can not put a voice to, I am putting in words for others to read. It is terrifying most days for strangers to learn about me on a deeper, personal level. But as I see the loved ones around me respond to it, I know I am doing the right thing. For them, and for myself.
I may not be perfect, but I know I am perfect at being me. And if I can't fix myself, or love myself, then how can I expect others to do it for me.
I hope this is a good introduction, I am not very good at this kind of thing.
PS- I put sufferer, because deep down we all suffer in one form or the other. I am just tired of it, and I would like to think that I am on the road to recovery (even if I am not, I believe a mindset that thinks you are, makes it so).