A Cloudy Week of PTSD

I want to wrap my mind and myself in a soft, comfy jacket, cover it with honey and hang out in a room with puppies, feeling the happy, drooling puppy breath that brings smiles from oozing love.

I want to naturally exhale after taking a deep breath, not having to consciously remind myself to breathe, as I come out a flashback or feel contracted from getting triggered.

I want to ease the pain in my body that I know is not really there.

I want to be able to have a conversation with someone and not feel like I’m standing behind a scrim of safety because, at this time of year, trust is at a premium.

I have to remember that this week is just a glitch and sometimes I will find myself sliding into the abyss of PTSD.

I know that even though I am waning in the strength of mind, body, and emotion right now, I am still (and always will be) mega-tons stronger than any perpetrator that harmed me physically, mentally, emotionally or spiritually!

It’s been a cloudy week of PTSD!

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Thank you for reading my memoir, Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph