First of all reader congratulations on making it this far you are doing well keep pushing! Shit happens, how many times have you heard that?How many times is it true?The … Read More
During my latest wobble I lay in my bed, iPhone in hand and started Google’ing ‘How do you know you married the right person?’. Bonkers, right! Yes, I can say that now…
PTSD or CPTSD, it’s going to be the same for all us SURVIVORS. When you finally find a new job to give a part of your wonderful self to it’s going to be very hard not to overcompensate for the existence of the not-so-wonderful elements of your ‘Self’. Putting yourself into the highest gear you can physically tolerate to drive in the opposite direction of living with your PTSD will only cause your nervous system to splutter and come to a stop.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) has, unfortunately, become a bit of a byword for anyone ho doesn’t really want to take responsibility for their emotions or their actions. And those of us who suffer from it, know that is definitely not the case.
I was given Zilis UltraCell Full Spectrum Hemp/CBD Oil, and it changed the quality of my life and our marriage and for people , it could very well do the same for you.
So our day to day is littered with tasks , some important some not so and some are just essential rubbish that’s sadly a necessary evil.
I think “#dealwithit – living well with PTSD” is a book for anyone who has lost it all. If you have been shot at, faced with sudden loss, blown up, screwed over (or in my case, screwed), this book is for you. I like to think of it as duct tape for the soul.” —Dr. John A. King
I’m angry, confused, suffering and a whole list more this is a true story. A life full of failure regret and guilt and loss. The hardest part is I need to take responsibility for this.
Not all women succumb to the calling of Mother Nature to find our mate for life and make babies. My friend and I did though, with bells and whistles. Maternal instinct and a need to make sure that our children never have to grow up with the same trauma we had to turns our lives inside out and upside down. [cityname]
Sh*t… it’s f’ing hard. Not usually my beautiful public school education lingo, but it’s far from ‘jolly hockeysticks darlings’. For the 8th morning in a row, my little 4 year old boy was afraid, scared, terrified about going to school. [cityname]