Every single day with the nausea, pain and anxiety...
I don't really talk about having cptsd and fibromyalgia. It's all hidden and dealt with so I can appear suitable for normal life.
But truth is I'm not.
I share how I feel here, this is my only place to talk. Therapy never helped. Meds made it worse. I raw dog this crap every single day and nobody cares. I work, come home and be the best Mom I can. Nobody says thank you. I just do it. So the moments when I am down, I'm not hard on myself. I don't suck it up buttercup all the time and I don't frickin have to.
I hide for the most part so people don't have to deal with me and I don't have to be annoyed by their boundless fake positivity.
Yet I like my life. I love what I have created on my own and NOBODY can touch that. We don't get a huge glimpse at each other's lives here, just bits and pieces but everything I have shared has been raw and real and NOBODY will ever make me feel ashamed of that.
That's my PTSD journey. I didn't ask for it, I'm not asking anyone's permission to live how I do with it. I don't ask for help. And in life you have a choice to give people grace because you don't know what they're going through, or you judge how you see fit, like an ignoramus.
Either way, I'm good. I'm good with me, what I've done (mistakes included) and I know what I'm capable of doing/changing. Cheers 🖤
But truth is I'm not.
I share how I feel here, this is my only place to talk. Therapy never helped. Meds made it worse. I raw dog this crap every single day and nobody cares. I work, come home and be the best Mom I can. Nobody says thank you. I just do it. So the moments when I am down, I'm not hard on myself. I don't suck it up buttercup all the time and I don't frickin have to.
I hide for the most part so people don't have to deal with me and I don't have to be annoyed by their boundless fake positivity.
Yet I like my life. I love what I have created on my own and NOBODY can touch that. We don't get a huge glimpse at each other's lives here, just bits and pieces but everything I have shared has been raw and real and NOBODY will ever make me feel ashamed of that.
That's my PTSD journey. I didn't ask for it, I'm not asking anyone's permission to live how I do with it. I don't ask for help. And in life you have a choice to give people grace because you don't know what they're going through, or you judge how you see fit, like an ignoramus.
Either way, I'm good. I'm good with me, what I've done (mistakes included) and I know what I'm capable of doing/changing. Cheers 🖤
