In some situations, there are limits I can’t change. There are problems I can’t fix. There are choices by other people, I can do nothing about. If I sleep more, the nightmares will come, not perhaps, not maybe but come without fail. If I work my self to exhaustion, my body will collapse, it does this cute little trick of shutting down at inconvenient times like while I am at work, or church or even driving is at risk. But I am learning more and more that things I thought were impossible aren’t. Things I thought I couldn’t do, I’m doing them. I am learning many thing about turning impossible to I’m possible. I feel sad that some of the PTSD posts I read are feeling defeated. The words I can’t, permanent, life over, permeates their words. My karate class is teaching me over and over again that the limits I put on my life are there as long as I say they are they. As I push my self physically, I push myself mentally. I am the only person that can get me out of this hole I am in. My counselors gave me suggestions but I have to do the work. NOBODY can do it for me. PTSD is part of my life, I keep fighting to be me and not my PTSD. I will never give in or give up. My life is mine. I am staking my claim.
Source of the quote, unknown, I clipped it quite a while ago.