The loneliness of being a ptsd spouse is so overwhelming, I’m tired of having no one to have a conversation with, being unable to speak because of the fallout.
I’m unhappy and I just can’t find any joy this year
i've been on both sides of the ptsd help desk and, for my psycho nickel, the support side is the harder side to be on. when i am in episode, i am typically oblivious of how far gone i really am, as well as the collateral damage i am leaving in my wake. on the supporter side, my awareness is ? ? ? profound? acute? sober?
gentle empathy and gentle support, lostin. don't be afraid to seek help for yourself. nobody ever saved a drowning victim by drowning with them.