You Know You Have PTSD When...

[Changing4Best]

... when you wake up several times during the night and then cannot fall back to sleep finally, only maybe getting 6 hours of sleep or less, if you were lucky.

 

[Ronin]

... when six hours of sleep woulda be quite a slept-through peacefully night and is something you haven't done in ages
... when you can't find words for what you want to say the most because you're scared it will be the wrong thing to say and it's better to say nothing than awful lot of wrong things (but then you remind yourself you're both alive and interacting and will be interacting for quite a bit, it's-the-goddamn-internet, and you both can take care of yourselves, so what was that fear anyway?)

 

[Friday]

I don't have PTSD. I'm fine.

Chasesus. I don't know what's wrong with me.
You have PTSD.
Oh. Right.

:banghead:

 

[Friday]

Wait. Did I post this already? Scroll back. Quit being able to read. f*ck it. ;)

 

[Friday]

When death is calming, and life leaves you wild eyed.

 

[holdenmonty]

When death is calming, and life leaves you wild eyed.

This reminds me of something I heard a while ago. "It's easy to die for somebody, the hard part is living for them" and it is so true.

 

[Ronin]

Yeah, a dear teacher of mine told me something like that about a former relationship. 'To die for love? Every idiot can do that. Try living.'

 

[Ocean5]

When you're emailing (draft so far) to an old friend who trusted you with highly personal things,Trying to explain why:

You finally sent very long email about past year (worst of adult life) and few past years. About why you disconnected last few years. Asking for their help....

Then you want to "call" this person right after, and cry (even though he's never seen such emotions from you like that.) Because their is so much tragedy in that email, and you realize how bad things are.

 

[Nighthawk]

When the fear on the bus goes round and round

 

[Saria]

….when you think you’re finally able to attend a lecture at university, then you hear a student in the seat behind you breathing heavily causing flashbacks and dissociation, leading to you spend the rest of the semester at home, or at best at the very back seat of the lecture hall.

…when your T gives you a heads up that she’ll be gone for two weeks at least one month in advance because she knows you have major issues with fear of rejection.

…when you’ve spent six years in therapy with seven different therapists in total, but still feel like little miss fragile with a f*cked up limbic system.

 

[Friday]

Waiting 4 hours to text someone you're not doing well, because you have to feel better, first. ;)

 

[Friday]

I seriously wonder if someone cursed me with "A plague of ironies upon your house!"