PTSD - If You Could Draw It Or Describe It - What Would It Look Like

[Grainne]

Wow...what an intersting thread - thanks for posting this.

For me, PTSD is like and underground network of tunnels and hallways that go in every direction - but they all seem to lead nowhere. I run and run, trying to find my way out, but there are no windows...nothing to hold onto - everything looks the same. At it's worst, I stop running and try to claw through the dirt walls.

 

[skyp56]

PTSD for me is like being in a small rowboat in the middle of the ocean, and finding someone has stolen one of your oars.

 

[Gunchief]

A very long and twisting, inverting and high roller coaster with a switch that sometimes malfunctions and wont let you off.

The tornado was a great description.
Dave

 

[kaydee]

There is always an artist within

:hello:

Hi to all who have come to this thread

When I started this thread I never thought such incredible posts would be "painted". I use the term to encompass all the different styles used to "create each description of ptsd".

Being an artist and trying to come to terms with my own ptsd (something that I still know so little about) I thought that trying to describe it, make it tangible, give it "validity" would help me find and if need be "create" similar "tools" to deal with it. I am big on imagery (I guess that is obvious) and it has helped me to create the beginnings of "a balancing act", every post here, every description I have read has helped me along that path and I find myself again saying thank you to those who have shared their "ptsd art" here.

I cant wait to see/read more - You know somedays I picture myself as "Someone really big with super powers (I am sure you know the type I mean) I am standing with my arms on my hips, sweat glistening on my muscles I stare at my ptsd and say "I will be back.... but next time, look out ! cause I'm coming ready and willing to stand my ground".

take care

:Hug_emoticon::occasion::kiss:

 

[suzie q]

Great question!!! Mine looks and sounds like a freight train coming my way, almost on me. I can't see which track it's on so I'm guessing which one to jump off of. After all, that's all I can see..railroad tracks in every direction. I know the train is behind me so I try to remember what I was told to do when I heard the train. Sometimes I can remember quick enough and the train barely misses me..most of the time I get hit and try to remember how to get back up. Either way the train goes on it's merry way and I'm either OK or headed for the hospital to get my wounds cared for. And so it goes....

Love...suzie q

 

[LoveWins]

PTSD for me is like being in a small rowboat in the middle of the ocean, and finding someone has stolen one of your oars.

This is brilliant, I definitely see what you mean. The loneliness, the vast emptiness, but also panic, and something we need has definitely been stolen

 

[bluejayway]

For me, it's almost like in the move Truman when he's standing by himself with rain on him only. I'm getting drenched, everyone is pretending like there is nothing wrong, and I can see there is but get no help because everyone acts like I'm crazy. Also the feeling of everyone being in on some secret that I just don't get.

 

[Jade-]

For me, it's like standing in front of four doors. Two of them say entrance and 2 say exit. I'm standing there, frozen in fear, confused, lost and upset because I don't which one to choose.

I think I want to choose an entrance door, but I'm afraid. What will I be entering? Will it be worse than now? Or will it be better?

Do I choose an exit? Will that be better? Is it exiting this hell or is it really an entrance to hell?

I get confused by these doors, not knowing which one to open or where they lead to.

So since I don't know what to do, I stand there, staring at the doors and do nothing. As usual.

 

[Tinyflame]

An endless sea to cross.

 

[zoe]

It is a deep, dark pit that one tries to climb out of but never make it to the top without falling. But I keep trying...maybe because I have fallen on my head more often than my ass and just don't grasp the futility of it all yet.

 

[Artista]

well... I am going to describe it the way it was described to me by someone who was trying to understand how I felt (with a few of my embelishments) and it is very accurate to me:

I see a big heavy door to a prison cell that is not see through. It is not locked. You can escape, but on the other side of the door is someone waiting to beat the sh*t out of you, break your spirit and you hope, not so bad that you fail to exist. Every day you can choose to walk through the door or maybe wait and build yourself up until you have the strength. Sometimes the captor throws you back in... just when you thought you may get away. One day I hope to escape on my wits and strength to never return.

This is how I see it and feel it.

 

[ScubaChick]

A big black void. Just black. Nothing. Empty. Maybe with a small pinhole of light in the middle on the days where it seems as if there is a light at the end of the tunnel...but most often not. That's how my picture looks.