Beverly G.
Silver Member
I think I told my entire story in the intro. I have been diagnosed with PTSD since 2005. I have periods where everything seems normal and I am able to live just like everyone else and then something new strikes and I am right back where I started from only each time seems to be worse and last longer than the time before.
The latest heart break to befall me was my baby sister being diagnosed with cancer last week. She is doing well, so why aren't I? I can't stand people. I was forced to put my children in day care. I hide when people come to see me, my husband can't touch me, life just doesn't seem fair.
Why should my innocent little sister be facing a battle for her life when I would welcome knowing the end of my suffering was coming.
<Edited for basic grammar by KP the nut>
The latest heart break to befall me was my baby sister being diagnosed with cancer last week. She is doing well, so why aren't I? I can't stand people. I was forced to put my children in day care. I hide when people come to see me, my husband can't touch me, life just doesn't seem fair.
Why should my innocent little sister be facing a battle for her life when I would welcome knowing the end of my suffering was coming.
<Edited for basic grammar by KP the nut>