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This is my search to understand why I am like I am. It is so confusing inside my brain.
Is knowing why I am like I am, important, worthless, a bridge to healing or what?
I have no idea. I am to close to my own trauma.
Like a moth to the light, the draw to understand is my weakness, my blind spot.
For all my strengths, I am damaged beyond repair, but functional.
I can engage people and be an extrovert, talkative, friendly, congenial, then switch, hide for days without contact.
Who am I? I know my wellbeing needs fewer attachments compared to others.
Is that a success or a failure in my life?
I can argue both sides fervently.
Well, inside my head, surely not before an audience.
I hope my mind’s machinations can help others on this path.
Do I sound lost? If you have Complex PTSD, you know the answer.
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Posted by rudid96 on December 22, 2020 at 2:31 pm
OMG is all I can say to your expression of the polarities of living with C-PTSD. It’s maddening and leaves you constantly thinking “will the REAL me please stand up?” Sadly, Mindful Marty, I understand your words all too well!!!
Posted by Marty on December 22, 2020 at 3:02 pm
I know
We continue to strive to get better in the midst of adversity
I am glad I am not alone