Living With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a type of anxiety disorder brought on by trauma. Unfortunately, I have first hand experience and am still working my way through it all.

Helpful Links:
National Center for PTSD
National Institute of Mental Health

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Summer is coming or maybe it’s already here.


Yes, 80 degrees Fahrenheit.

That’s what the temperature is fast approaching here in good old Richmond, Virginia.

Did I ever tell you that I don’t like summer and heat?

Pale skin and the inability to sweat makes summer inconvenient.

I dread it.

Don’t get me wrong – I love the lush green foliage, colorful flowers, fragrant fresh cut grass, chirping of crickets, and all the wonders that summer brings.


I’m definitely a cold weather winter person.

The one thing I know is that summer will come and then it will go just like the winter.

Nothing is permanent – happiness, sadness, day, night, summer, winter, pleasure, pain, yesterday, today or tomorrow.

“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
~ Rose Kennedy ~

A few weeks ago when I told you about someone who died, it unsettled me. I thought if I wrote about my feelings it would help me move on, but I don’t seem to be able to shake it. Then today I realized what might be making it hang on.

You know how the subconscious keeps track of everything? We may have been able to shove a person or experience out of our present state of mind, but that doesn’t mean it won’t affect us.

Almost six years ago I lost my mind because my daughter was in a coma at the brink of death and I couldn’t help her.

The experience broke me.

As you know, after a long battle and lots of work, I was healed, put back together, and basically restored to a sane minded person again.

People still don’t understand what I went through and now that I’m “healthy” it is easier to just forget that anything was wrong with me if they even admit that the effects of PTSD nearly killed me. Things that happen to the mind make people uncomfortable.

I lived in PTSD Hell for so long that sanity, love, peace and happiness are not things I take for granted now.

Just as it takes time for winter to turn to summer, it took time to heal my broken mind.

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I believe that Rose Kennedy hit the nail on the head when she said, “…the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” Because of all the experiences over the last six years (daughter died in my arms, PTSD, dad died, divorce, moving, laid off from job as a single parent, empty nest syndrome, presently very under employed), I believe I am a better person.

Not that I would volunteer to have any of these experiences, but they happened and effectively molded me.

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
~ Rumi ~

Respecting our feelings and experiences is vital in maintaining peace in life. It’s nice to be at this spot in the road of life that I can actually look back at the most painful years of my life. I’m so grateful that my PTSD struggle is over. Hopefully now that I have identified the depressing feeling of sadness that keeps lingering, I will be able give the memories and emotions the proper attention and move on.

Besides, I still haven’t showed you any of my wedding pictures, so I need to write a very happy post! Obviously I’ve been rather occupied which has caused me to get way behind. (wink)

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