PTSDawareness

I suck at sewing, but I bought this build-a-fox kit for a little art therapy that took me out of my comfort zone. I love that you could choose the fabric and thread colors (teal is for PTSD awareness) He's all cockeyed but super cute anyway.

#PTSD #Art #ArtTherapy #PTSDawareness

"Emptying a space for the new to be revealed." So that is what happens when we take a vacation! Word Baths are my morning meditation, I ask for a word for the day, write down what pops into my head and then define it. (My husband Ron (and sons) built this beautiful wooden kayak.) #dailyaffirmations #dailyrituals #definitions #Meditation #anxietyrelief #anxietysupport #Ptsdrecovery #PTSDawareness #Selflove #selfcare #UlcerativeColitis #AnalCancer #ChronicIllness #ChronicPain #NarcissisticAbuse #CoerciveControl

The ocean has been a reliable companion when I've struggled with grief. Its immense presence seems to help contain my tears. Word Baths are my ritual of defining my word for the day. (Thankfully not sad today, but offering for those who are.)

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TENDERNESS is so much easier to find for a sweet fuzzy animal than for our wounded grumpy selves. (Not that these wallabies were about to lash out at me!) Asking for a Word for the day is my writing ritual, I then bathe in whatever definition arises. What is your definition of Tenderness?

#dailyaffirmations #dailyrituals #anxietyrelief #anxietysupport #Ptsdrecovery #PTSDawareness #Selflove #selfcare #UlcerativeColitis #AnalCancer #ChronicIllness #ChronicPain #NarcissisticAbuse #CoerciveControl

Tolerance - a good word for a Friday when the tank refill is very very close....

Meanwhile, there is always a cup of tea. My Word Baths are my definitions of a word that pops up for me first thing in the morning. A great writing ritual as at least I have written something before breakfast.

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I put this on my bathroom wall. It reminds me that I’m safe now in my apartment. I live alone. He can’t get in and hurt me anymore. Baby steps #iamsafe #Safety #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #CPTSD #PTSD #PTSDawareness #SexualAbuse #SexualAbuseSurvivor #Csa #Dissociation #MentalIllnessStigma #thisishowicope #copingskills #ChildhoodSexualAbuse

I want to advocate for myself and others suffering from PTSD. June is PTSD awareness month, and teal is the color that is used to show support for those who face a PTSD challenge. I want to de stigmatized PTSD and all mental illness, bringing awareness to these important issues. #PTSD #PTSDawareness #iwearteal

There's a monster inside,
mostly invisible,
sometimes barely contained,
it's open wounds
reflecting society's gaslight,
it's teeth sunk deep
within my chest.
A beast birthed
from the union of
enduring trauma
and masked pain.

I've tried to move forward,
leave it behind.
I've tried to banish it,
beat it,
break free
from it's hold over me.
I've locked it away
in my mind's attic,
an act of survival,
but I'm beginning to see
there's no real escape
from this monstrosity
created from
pieces of me.

So attempting to befriend
what I can't seem to kill,
I reach out
hands trembling
heart racing,
I coax
I cajole
the creature
from it's den.

Low and behold,
this dark beast wanes
when exposed to the light,
not really gone
and far from dead
but small enough
tame enough
that it's bite
while still drawing blood
no longer devours
whole parts of me.

- Remy Soberanes

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June is PTSD awareness month. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder can happen to anyone and in a myriad of ways, not just in combat situations. My brand is called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - Enduring Somatic Threat (PTSD-EST) from decades of living in the chronic illness word and dealing with our health care system.

This poem is dedicated to all my fellow PTSD-ers out there. I see you. I feel you. I am you.

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#Disability
I’m disabled as well as my husband. Sometimes you can see mine, Most days you can’t. I have fibromyalgia and fall a lot and most days can’t walk far due to the pain and permanent nerve damage I have now. Never mind the PTSD, anxiety and so on. My husband has a traumatic brain injury from oxygen deprivation. He needed to go into a store and I knew he could do this particular thing on his own so I parked in handicap so I was in front of the store in case he did need me because I definitely can’t run.

A man across from me in handicap parking got out of his vehicle after parking it and yelled at the top of his lung at me for a good sold five minutes about how I was wrong and abused the handicap system because I’m sitting in my SUV not moving. Mind you I had my handicap placard in the window. He had no clue the circumstances. No clue the chain of events he just set of by yelling ( now I’m in full panic mode and can’t breathe or move). If my husband needed me I was useless now. This man didn’t know I was in the driver’s seat because my poor husband was on life support at 29 for 6 months with no chance of surviving, but he beat the odds. Now every day is one more day with his kids and me . No he is not the same. No he can’t drive, write and remember things. That’s what’s I do for him. That inconsiderate mans 5 minute rant made me unmovable, unable to help if needed due to being petrified. Yelling sets me down a bad path with my PTSD.

My husband luckily was having a good day and did everything on his own. Came to the SUV and saw me and talked with me so I calmed down. He has such compassion with me. I explained what happened. All he said was people will never understand what they can’t see.

How can my husband with limited functions and brain activity get it , but a regular man dropping off his elderly mom ( she was handicap) doesn’t get it? Makes me grateful everyday I have my family.

#invisibledisabilities #PTSDawareness #Fibromyaliga #Anxiety #TraumaticBrainInjury