incongruent
Bronze Member
I am here.
Which actually, feels like a funny thing to say right now.
Today is a bad day... Yesterday was a good day.
I... I've been diagnosed with PTSD for four years now- a little over it actually. Yet until a few months ago, I never bothered looking into what PTSD was. Not since the day with the checklists and the doctor and the conversations I didn't really want to have.
I knew I had gone through a trauma. I knew I had anxiety issues due to it. I knew to avoid triggers when possible. That was all I 'needed' to know.
Until i needed to know more. I'm a senior in high school... and we read two books in a row with PTSD sufferers. We had seminars. I had to listen to my classmates repetivitly call these characters 'insane' 'crazy' .. listen to their questions...
It made me look back into it. Look back into what PTSD was. and it made me cry. Because I realized for the first time just how much PTSD is my life. That even some of the positive things I "like" about myself- are symptoms. and it...
it's been bad. For the past two months, I've woken up every day- disappointed that I have. and I couldn't shake the feeling that.. That the monsters of my past... that they had stolen more of me than I had originally realized.
and I know. I know there is no cure. But I'm here.
I'm here because I want to know what part of me is me again.
Which actually, feels like a funny thing to say right now.
Today is a bad day... Yesterday was a good day.
I... I've been diagnosed with PTSD for four years now- a little over it actually. Yet until a few months ago, I never bothered looking into what PTSD was. Not since the day with the checklists and the doctor and the conversations I didn't really want to have.
I knew I had gone through a trauma. I knew I had anxiety issues due to it. I knew to avoid triggers when possible. That was all I 'needed' to know.
Until i needed to know more. I'm a senior in high school... and we read two books in a row with PTSD sufferers. We had seminars. I had to listen to my classmates repetivitly call these characters 'insane' 'crazy' .. listen to their questions...
It made me look back into it. Look back into what PTSD was. and it made me cry. Because I realized for the first time just how much PTSD is my life. That even some of the positive things I "like" about myself- are symptoms. and it...
it's been bad. For the past two months, I've woken up every day- disappointed that I have. and I couldn't shake the feeling that.. That the monsters of my past... that they had stolen more of me than I had originally realized.
and I know. I know there is no cure. But I'm here.
I'm here because I want to know what part of me is me again.