You might have noticed that I missed a day of blogging on Sunday. Yes, a WHOLE day! Stop rolling your eyes. Missing a day of blogging is really a big deal to me. I’m dedicated – on the verge of being obsessed – with writing on my blog. My blog saved me.
Anyway, the reason why I didn’t publish a post on Sunday was because I was sleeping. No dreaming. No moving. It was just serious sleeping. The past few weeks have been totally exhausting mostly because I’ve been…Ummmm… I’ll tell you in a minute.
People – Normal People
Do you know that there are people – normal, educated, functioning adults – that don’t believe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD for short) is a reality. I assume that since they don’t “believe” in it, these people think that we make it up. I used “we” because I DO have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and I swear it isn’t something I concocted in order to look like a lame brain. There are so many symptoms with PTSD that I think it is impossible for anyone to be that great of an actor or actress twenty-four hours a day for over two years. Yeah, I was being specific. That is how long I have suffered and I mean SUFFERED with my PTSD.
You know, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is as real as arthritis, cancer and heart attacks. Just because I’m not gushing blood out my ears or have an arm severed and barely hanging by the skin at the shoulder, doesn’t mean that my PTSD isn’t as real or painful or EXHAUSTING as any other disease or physical ailment. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) may be “in my brain,” but it affects MY WHOLE DARN BODY. You try having your heart race for a year and a half like you just finished running a mile, then tell me Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) isn’t physical.
So my rather harsh statement today is that if you are one of those arrogant, pompous, ignorant-by-choice, judgmental people who think that PTSD isn’t REAL, then I hope some day…Hmmm…I hope some day giant frogs and locusts invade your home. Yeah, no matter how much these people anger and hurt me, I still can’t wish that they are ever afflicted with PTSD. Obviously, I’m a kind, thoughtful, loving and unselfish person. That’s called, “blowing my own horn” or maybe it is “tooting my own horn.” Whichever it is, you get the point. I’m a good person.
14 Reasons That You Should Read This Post
Having PTSD has taught me many things about life, myself, my family and people. Everything I learned surprised me because nothing turned out the way I thought it would and that often caused me even more problems on top of the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) symptoms.
So let me bestow (Don’t you love that word?) upon you why I think it is important for you to read this post about my PTSD rantings. I’m going to be really BLUNT.
- YOU may some day get Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), so you need to know about it AHEAD of time!
- If you ever have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), knowing the things I tell you about it will HELP you.
- Someone you LOVE may some day get Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), so you need to know about it AHEAD of time!
- Someone you LOVE may some day get Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and they will DESPERATELY NEED your help.
- People who have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) are SUFFERING even though you can’t see the wounds. IT HURTS!
- There is NO SHAME in having Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Would you feel ashamed if you got cancer? Do you feel ashamed when you get the flu? Okay. That’s my point. NO SHAME.
- Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) makes it impossible to be your NORMAL self.
- You can heal if you have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
- It is IMPOSSIBLE to VOCALIZE your needs when you are in the thick of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). You don’t have ANY IDEA what can help.
- People with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) need LOVE, ATTENTION and someone to step into their lives and just DO THINGS to help. Stuff like bringing them a meal, doing their laundry, driving them to the store, eating with them, listening to them on the phone even if they don’t say anything… Just help them and ACTIVELY be there for them!
- Your driving skills disappear when you have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). I used to drive as good as anyone who races in the Indianapolis 500. I did! While having continuous flashbacks, driving was impossible. Have you ever tried driving while a movie was playing between you and the windshield AND a thousand people were screaming in the car? No? Do you think it might be a little nerve racking? Uh…yeah.
- Just because the traumatic event is over and even if everything turned out “okay,” the person with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) can’t just “snap out of it” or “get over it.” We aren’t stupid. We know that the trauma is over and we don’t want to be stuck with all the symptoms. We would “snap out of it” if it were possible.
- If a person with severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) doesn’t have professional counseling, they will often either take drugs, drink lots of alcohol, kill themselves or any combination of the three. Just “praying” that you will get better isn’t going to cut it unless you’re Moses, John The Baptist or Jesus Christ. If Moses, John The Baptist or Jesus Christ are reading my blog, please tell me something good in the comments section below the post. I could use a Heavenly message.
- If a person with severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) doesn’t have family or friends that rally around them, they will often either take drugs, drink lots of alcohol, kill themselves or any combination of the three.
I didn’t get Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) because I did something like have unprotected sex with a gigolo, get drunk and lay in the gutter for three weeks, snort cocaine in the back alley or shoot the President of the United States between the eyes. My crime, which really wasn’t a crime at all, was that I LOVE my daughter and couldn’t bear the thought that she was dead. Even though she came back to life, the shock of those five days had a major affect on me – my soul, my brain and my body. Although she is alive and functioning, I CAN’T HELP that my brain hasn’t healed yet from a REAL trauma which has given me REAL Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
Yeah, I kept saying Post Traumatic Stress Disorder instead of just using the acronym of PTSD because I want you to KNOW and UNDERSTAND and REMEMBER it.
By the way…I know you are looking at the picture and thinking, “Is that Bella?” No, that is just fur from Bella. I cut off a whole bunch of her fur. She needed a close summer cut. The pile of fur looks like Bella, but it isn’t Bella. So although I look totally FINE because I go to work each day, I’m not totally fine. I’m faking being fine and THAT is why I have been so exhausted. That is also why I needed to sleep all day Sunday. Yep, it was all because of my PTSD “fur” sure. See, I still have my nerdy humor.
Proudly Trying To Heal From PTSD,
The Redhead Riter