Your challenge today is to find one small thing that makes you genuinely smile. 😊
Have a wonderful day! #CPTSD #PTSD #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Depression #trauam #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder
2 reactions Your challenge today is to find one small thing that makes you genuinely smile. 😊
Have a wonderful day! #CPTSD #PTSD #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Depression #trauam #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder
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I’ve been asking myself why I’m here. Why do I feel compelled to write, to use my voice, and to share?
This is my attempt to answer that. A note to hold me accountable, and a promise to you, whoever finds yourself reading.
Writing is like breathing to me. If I hold it in too long, I pass out. And when I come to, I’m doing it again. No matter how long the unconsciousness, when I live consciously, I write.
It is not all philanthropy. I want to share myself.
Not because I’m wise or special, but because being witnessed confirms I exist. You, almost as a mirror, prove that I’m alive. My past, my trials and my dreams. Maybe this will be an artifact, a fragment, for a new generation.
Or maybe simply: I share, therefore I am.
It’s a compulsion, an addiction, a force I don’t understand.
I don’t have the answers as to why bad things happen. I’m no learned theologian, great philosopher, or logical statistician.
I’m just a thinker. A seeker. Someone trying to make sense of the senseless.
A regular person burdened by too much sensitivity, shaped (like many of us), by our own unique flavor of suffering. For a long time I felt utterly alone in that.
What I hope to offer throughout my life is whatever support can come from sharing what I’ve learned through my experience, for the sufferers and for all.
If one person feels acknowledgment here, if one person feels less alone because of something here, that’s connection. And connection is belonging.
I am on a journey of discovery; finding the stardust that I was meant to be, and the stardust life has made me. Both are me. All of it.
We belong by virtue of creation, and we belong together.
#MentalHealth #PTSD #CPTSD #service #transformation #Healing
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I’ve been asking myself why I’m here. Why do I feel compelled to write, to use my voice, and to share?
This is my attempt to answer that. A note to hold me accountable, and a promise to you, whoever finds yourself reading.
Writing is like breathing to me. If I hold it in too long, I pass out. And when I come to, I’m doing it again. No matter how long the unconsciousness, when I live consciously, I write.
It is not all philanthropy. I want to share myself.
Not because I’m wise or special, but because being witnessed confirms I exist. You, almost as a mirror, prove that I’m alive. My past, my trials and my dreams. Maybe this will be an artifact, a fragment, for a new generation.
Or maybe simply: I share, therefore I am.
It’s a compulsion, an addiction, a force I don’t understand.
I don’t have the answers as to why bad things happen. I’m no learned theologian, great philosopher, or logical statistician.
I’m just a thinker. A seeker. Someone trying to make sense of the senseless.
A regular person burdened by too much sensitivity, shaped (like many of us), by our own unique flavor of suffering. For a long time I felt utterly alone in that.
What I hope to offer throughout my life is whatever support can come from sharing what I’ve learned through my experience, for the sufferers and for all.
If one person feels acknowledgment here, if one person feels less alone because of something here, that’s connection. And connection is belonging.
I am on a journey of discovery; finding the stardust that I was meant to be, and the stardust life has made me. Both are me. All of it.
We belong by virtue of creation, and we belong together.
#MentalHealth #PTSD #CPTSD #service #transformation #Healing
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We were borne of pain, but we need not die there. We have the right to recover, the right to be happy, even those of us who feel damaged beyond repair. We have the right to be okay with ourselves, as ourselves, forgive ourselves, and step out of our anguish.
I don’t need to drape sorrow around my shoulders to remember it was real, and I don’t need to prolong my agony for others to assuage their own misery or believe in mine. My written stories are proof of history. My continued heartbeat is proof of existence.
2 reactions We were borne of pain, but we need not die there. We have the right to recover, the right to be happy, even those of us who feel damaged beyond repair. We have the right to be okay with ourselves, as ourselves, forgive ourselves, and step out of our anguish.
I don’t need to drape sorrow around my shoulders to remember it was real, and I don’t need to prolong my agony for others to assuage their own misery or believe in mine. My written stories are proof of history. My continued heartbeat is proof of existence.
2 reactions Today's Challenge: End the week on a positive note.
#CPTSD #pstd #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Depression #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #Trauma
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Today's Challenge: End the week on a positive note.
#CPTSD #pstd #MentalHealth #Anxiety #Depression #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #Trauma
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We laughed and were happy until it bothers https://you.Our giggles made you https://mad.Talking and bonding wasn't celebrated,it was a https://intrusion.Every attempt we have made,has been met with defensiveness,contempt and a pattern of https://munipulation.We speak about the issues as they arrive, we resolve and move https://accordingly.And we revisit the issue if https://needed.There is a mutual respect and give and take, for there to be a https://relationship.I do not understand why a person would hold that much contempt, for the ones, that put them, first.to turn to the ones, that hurt https://them.We will always invite, include and stand up to support others, who supported https://us.But we wont be insulted, shamed and disrespected when we call out munipulation.Nope, not https://us.We have gone through this before, too many times.
We laughed and were happy until it bothers https://you.Our giggles made you https://mad.Talking and bonding wasn't celebrated,it was a https://intrusion.Every attempt we have made,has been met with defensiveness,contempt and a pattern of https://munipulation.We speak about the issues as they arrive, we resolve and move https://accordingly.And we revisit the issue if https://needed.There is a mutual respect and give and take, for there to be a https://relationship.I do not understand why a person would hold that much contempt, for the ones, that put them, first.to turn to the ones, that hurt https://them.We will always invite, include and stand up to support others, who supported https://us.But we wont be insulted, shamed and disrespected when we call out munipulation.Nope, not https://us.We have gone through this before, too many times.
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