Copper Stope
New Here
Reading an entire thread about people's courageous journeys through life on the otherside of fulfillment was an emotional experience. Living in the same physical space yet imprisoned by a force, an intruder. PTSD to me is like being taken hostage. It is real-a real convoluted distortion of the truth. PTSD is a lie, it is something miss firing that holds us captive. So be it. I know it's wrong; the deep dark murky stormy waters. Powerful lies? Do lies have power afterall lies are not real.