Grief and happiness coexists

Dissociation from my emotions is a symptom of PTSD/CPTSD.  I was numb.  I didn’t feel pain but I didn’t feel happiness either.  I was so completely detached from my feelings that I couldn’t tell you at any given moment what I felt.  I knew I had feelings….sometimes I was happy and sometimes I felt bone…

What it is not

In the media, online and gossip around me have some fairly messed up ideas about PTSD.  PTSD/CPTSD is not rudeness, cruelty to others, or criminal behavior.  Recently, I heard someone say that the reason a person was so rude was because they were mentally ill.  WRONG.  Missing social skills, yes.  Lack of proper upbringing, yes. …

2 Weeks

This is a long time for me to not even check this web site.  It is mine to care for but the ebb and flow of my life is that my life is super overwhelming right now.  Medical procedures that require me to be unconscious are massive triggers.  It is all I can do to…

Adventures

I spent a month wandering the country side with purpose.  I visited my 2 daughters that live far away from our family.  Our adventures varied from hiking to museums to tie dye to finger painting.  Involved highs and lows, things that worked out and things that went different than we planned.  By labeling all activities…

One Voice

Trigger warning……video done by a suicide attempt survivor.     This is a tough video to view but I believe it is important to share….The discussion is the survivor of a suicide attempt.  If you are not in a place you can view this skip it.  If you know someone that is at risk, encourage them…

Survivor’s Guilt

I am doing a bit of light Summer reading.…(please read that with intense sarcasm.)  If talk of mass shootings is triggering for you…..please skip today’s post. They Call Me “Mr. De”  is the book written by Frank DeAngelis, former principal of Columbine High School.  This high school was one of the first mass shootings after…

Planning Helps prepare

Like clock work my anxiety rises and falls with certain seasons.  I finally figured out that the anxiety starts mid October…..my mother’s birthday….until end of school when she would finally relax.  My life still seems to revolve around my mother that explained to me she hated me in our last conversation. So how do I…

Swim Buddy

Tonight I was done being an adult.  I pushed myself through several tough things and I was done.  Enter my sister.  My Dad, who she cares for, experienced trouble with his land line phone.  Batteries were needed, I had some.  When she came over, I whined that I was done with being an adult but…