PTSD: accepting our fate

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You reach a point, I have met others with my same pathology, abused kids, suffering at 50, 60, 70, etc, where we accept our fate.

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We adjust, fight the daily battle, accept healing is a mirage, and reality is overwhelming.

We have improved but PTSD still has power as a disruptive force.

I need to survive, so PTSD is alive but so am I.

It is a duel, a daily battle, a game of variant intensities of highs and lows.

Mood swings were unavoidable, and devastating to all relationships.

We must survive, endure this part of our life and continue to improve.

I feel like an extreme introvert one minute, near-normal the next, other times, an extrovert, a confident scoundrel.

Who am I?

A split personality, me and PTSD me?

It’s so strange, a plethora of woes.

What a quandary of drama called life.

I need to suck it up, take my risks, and live as fully as I can.

Help, ideas, comments, opinions?
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9 responses to this post.

  1. I think you hit the nail on the head. PTSD changes us, and it becomes a life long quest to accept that this has happened, and the ramifications for us.

  2. How did you know I was a carpenter for a while

    Thanks

    We still have to live, healed or partially healed

  3. Hahaha …. And, yes, we still have to live, healed or partially healed.

  4. Posted by rudid96 on April 16, 2022 at 1:59 pm

    The highs and lows are exhausting to others and to ourselves. I believe the consistent inconsistency is maddening. I regularly wonder will the ‘real’ rudid96 please stand up.

  5. Will the real slim shady please stand up. Sounds similar to Eminem

    Who am i

    I feel like an extreme introvert one minute, near-normal the next, other times, an extrovert, a confident scoundrel.

  6. Posted by Anonymous on April 16, 2022 at 3:00 pm

    A scoundrel. Interesting.

  7. Do you know me anonymous

  8. I have only just started to realise the life changing implications of my past. It seems so huge and prevalent. I’m not yet at a place of acceptance.

  9. We heal.slowly in increments

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