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Rudid96 opines:
“It seems like I’ve been stuck on the same radio station for most of my life. The same tunes keep popping up, only the volume changes.”
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My two cents: Childhood trauma is intertwined with our brain development.
It’s hidden in the crevices, I know, he sneaks out when he fancies.
PTSD is like a vine that wraps around a tree, damn near impossible to separate the two.
Do they merge in places, embed inside each other a certain depth?
From my viewpoint, separating PTSD and my brain are impossible.
I have only known abuse from my earliest memories, so my brain knows nothing but PTSDs presence.
At one time I tried to escape PTSD, hid in my garage, alone in the dark.
There was no escape, Childhood trauma followed me, a permanent companion.
It is my sirens song, the perceived danger, and unworthiness.
Does anyone share my emotions and symptoms?
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