18 years of PTSD – I cry with love and with loss, shame and guilt, anger and sadness. I scream silently. For 18 years I’ve been telling people I’m fine.
I’ve loved my close ones till my heart nearly burst into two, but they didn’t see the tears, the hurt, the anger, the frustration that kept holding me back.
Thought I was impossible to love | Demonised when my only way to cope was to shed blood | People told me that they cared, but they showed me otherwise |
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder entered our lives shortly after our fifth wedding anniversary. It wasn’t the first test we had faced. We were a strong team.
Family care, but this is different. To realise that you have people in your life that actually choose to be there can make you feel so special, so loved.
We can be sensitive, attentive and emotionally intelligent, but also obsessive, jealous, paranoid, fearful and intense. We’re terrified of abandonment.