Denial Doesn’t Help

The opposite of acceptance is denial.  The oft repeated, “There is nothing wrong with me.”  Doesn’t help.  Here is the problem.  If I cut my leg and I am bleeding all over the ground, it is obvious something is wrong with me.  If I cut my soul or scream inside without opening my mouth, no…

Doesn’t help

I am a big believer in education key to understanding mental illness.  Unfortunately, Hollywood and other artists can add to the confusion more than they help.  Tonight I turned off the TV in disgust because a favorite show was portraying the horrible awful bad murderous villian as a schizophrenic triggered by PTSD.  Their script writer…

Pacing

Accepting is a vital part of coping with PTSD.  Once acceptance sets in the next step is learning to pace yourself. I remember watching my brothers run cross country.  They often talked about the importance of pacing themselves.  If they ran too slow at the beginning of the race they can never make up the…

Decide not to stay

Hope For The Broken Hearted The first step towards getting somewhere, is simply to decide that you are not going to stay where you are… then just move forward, one step, one day at a time…when you’re overwhelmed, I know that’s easier said than done, but do just one thing today to help yourself…do one…

A Nation in Shock

I remember exactly where I was when the reports started pouring over the internet of the tragedies September 11, 2001.  The world was rocked.  A nation experienced the horrors of terrorism en masse trauma.  The New York skyline was changed forever.  Pentagon took a direct hit.  Heroically a plane full of people changed their target…

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%…