Good, bad, ugly and uglier and ugliest

I struggle with writing posts when I realized that my life took a bit of dip….well more like falling into a deep hole.  How could I write about thriving in PTSD if I don’t feel like I am thriving?  I reminded myself that living with PTSD does not mean you are in thriving phase 100%…

Over Whelmed

My husband and I sat down yesterday and listed all the stress that have hit in the last 2 weeks.  Some were positive, happy family moments, others were negative, rattling my cage, unnerving.  We talked and talked.  I am choosing to make some changes.  I realized that I was pushing too hard to overcome triggers…

Accepting myself

To me, the first step in my healing process was to finally accept where I was in life.  I tried denial and all it did was give me more time to bury myself deeper in muck and mire.  Years ago, I moved to Tri-Cities, Washington, 3 cities, 3 rivers and 3 freeways.  I kept a…