Band Aids

I was teaching a class on emergency preparedness.  As each person walked in the door, I handed them a band aid.  After everyone was settled, we started.  I asked people to list all of the possible emergencies that can happen.  They started rattling off things like losing a job, car accident, lost child, earthquake, flooding,…

Stress response exists….

…with or without a name.  From the age of 5 to 45 I had no name for the physical, emotional, and spiritual response that I had to living.  My nightmares were dismissed as childish.  My memories disappeared completely by the time I was in high school.  Physical symptoms were disregarded as ‘you’re a teenager,’ ‘you’re…

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…