What PTSD Looks Like...

I was diagnosed with C-PTSD late last year. Since then I’ve tried to be open about this while still protecting myself. Last night I had another…attack? Episode? Storm? I had another fight with my PTSD. These episodes—for want of a better term—can be triggered by just about anything. Last night’s, for example, started with some social media posts about sexual assault and the Brett Kavanaugh drama. The first episode that I had was a year ago today. It was triggered by a pelvic physical therapy appointment. Doctors visits can be particularly difficult for me. I’ve had a rough mental health month, honestly. It’s hard to explain what these episodes are like without getting way more personal than I’m comfortable with. But, I think the following post will help shed a little light on these dark periods.

PTSD is like….

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All of this. Plus twitching, wanting to hide and be as small as possible. And a few other things I’m not comfortable posting. But all of this. All at once. All within the confines of my skull.

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