We're grateful for you, too, @
Britt.f7.
I'm grateful my daughter K is doing so well. For that matter, I'm happy and grateful all my kids are doing so well.
I'm grateful that I'm safe now. All the abuse is in the past.
I'm grateful for my incredibly patient husband. He doesn't always know what to do or what to say... but he's there, he's always there. It means a lot. Plus, last night when things got bad, he did a lot of the right things. We're getting better at tackling this PTSD crap together. Knowledge is power.
I'm grateful for finding this website last August, when I was totally f-ing fed up with being depressed and missing out on life all the time. I'm glad I lost my patience with everything... with my past, with just accepting things, with the stupid-ass doctors who never helped me, with missing out on so much, with flipping out all the time about the littlest things. It's been incredibly hard, but now things are better.
I'm grateful for the family and friends who have really helped me along the way since I've learned about PTSD.
I'm grateful my husband didn't mind getting up with me last night and basically holding my hand while I went through a bunch of stuff.
I'm grateful I have food to eat, a warm bed to sleep in with so many warm, clean blankets. I'm grateful for having a wonderful home. I'm grateful for being safe. I'm grateful for... and this is SO HARD FOR ME TO ADMIT... THAT THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TRUE... I'm grateful for being loved.