Daretoheal
New Here
Hi! I love myself. I’ve spent a lot of time looking at myself inside and out. I’m getting bored with it.
Happy to find some more people who are real, and kinda like me. Like meeting new friends and already feeling like I belong with some new people type happy. Relief, Thankfulness. Snow on a mountain after crawling through a desert at 125 degrees for 27 days—
. Or some other random days of ouch and fear.
I hope to learn a better way to get better from joining you all here. I hope to understand you and feel understanding. I hope to connect with those who get it, and I can see you through your posts too.
I hope to not have to fight anymore, and not hurt so much anymore because you are all here too.
My major label is CPTSD, but it’s not descriptive of who I once was, am now or will forever be. I want to break it in half over my knee like a dead stick a healthy tree disposed of in the last rain storm. Everyone knows what complex post traumatic stress coms from, right? Simply put: miraculous survivor. And that IS a label I respect and honor. That is what I am.
So, I am very glad to be here with you—inside a room of other miraculous survivors (with or without the same “diagnosis label” that belongs to those incidents and fears that are not us).
I won’t apologize for this long introduction because it has taken me so long to get here and be able to speak with you from my deepest heart pocket. From childhood, I have traveled 5 decades to be part of yous guys, y’all, nosotros, us. Finally, here I am.
Happy to find some more people who are real, and kinda like me. Like meeting new friends and already feeling like I belong with some new people type happy. Relief, Thankfulness. Snow on a mountain after crawling through a desert at 125 degrees for 27 days—
I hope to learn a better way to get better from joining you all here. I hope to understand you and feel understanding. I hope to connect with those who get it, and I can see you through your posts too.
I hope to not have to fight anymore, and not hurt so much anymore because you are all here too.
My major label is CPTSD, but it’s not descriptive of who I once was, am now or will forever be. I want to break it in half over my knee like a dead stick a healthy tree disposed of in the last rain storm. Everyone knows what complex post traumatic stress coms from, right? Simply put: miraculous survivor. And that IS a label I respect and honor. That is what I am.
So, I am very glad to be here with you—inside a room of other miraculous survivors (with or without the same “diagnosis label” that belongs to those incidents and fears that are not us).
I won’t apologize for this long introduction because it has taken me so long to get here and be able to speak with you from my deepest heart pocket. From childhood, I have traveled 5 decades to be part of yous guys, y’all, nosotros, us. Finally, here I am.