Hmmmmm......I would go back to work.
I would increase the number of personal support hours that my son can receive...if working then i could afford a lot more.
I would hope that i stop being fearful of situations and people.
I would enjoy going to bed at night......to sleep, actually sleep. Not....toss and turn, walk the halls, read, listen to music, practise deep breathing....JUST go to bed and fall asleep......every night.
i would become more of an advocate for kids with autism and kids on the spectrum...I would love to do this now but am not strong enough, not just yet.
In being able to go back to work I would but a large house and take in teenagers that fall and have fallen through the cracks as well as any other special needs child that just needed someone to love himéher.
I would just live each day and even though I still try hard...I have bad days...I would look forward to each day because I would not have to guess it if it was going to be a good day.
I would go and try and find a mate and i would set boundaries and I would accept no less that perfect treatment....LOL...as close to perfect as long as it is not abusive...everyone has there downfalls.......I would find someone to love me because I would not be worried about all of my faults and all of my baggage.
I would be able to research more (instead of researching how to fix me and my back)and research, raise awareness and funds for autism and help create a better understanding of this disorder.
I guess....i would be functioning and succeeding much like before my dx....as a lot of what I wrote is attainable........with the PTSD.......I can only pray that as the years go by, I desensitize, grow up and learn more ways to live with ptsd healthily as I beleive it is not going away....not when damage is DONE in your brain....They have do ideas how to fix that....meds help but they donot cure and most are addictive, causing yet another PTSD issue.
Ptsd free........I think I would have to be about 8 or 10, carefree. I would love to be that age again as long as I lived a different life after my Dad died...
PTSD FRee.....This post is making me feel sad....I know that I have to deal with it every day, it is not going away, it does not hurt to dream but it made me jealous of everyone else that seems to move forward and live there lives....in a happy, settled, happy way....maybe in my next lifetime. I know a lot of people that have great lives...on the other hand in nursing, i saw alot of bad things too........There are worse things than PTSD. It is not fun, we have to work hard but most walk, talk, drive, have families, eat..........there are alot of people in the world that never even experience these basic things. We just have to accept the cards that we have been dealt