When I was a little girl and very scared of what was happening in the night, I would hide under my blankets, sure that they were some sort of super power that coated me, protecting me from the world. 1,749 more words
Tags » Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love my children. I love them deeply with all my heart.
I feel huge guilt, that my PTSD affects my family, even though I minimize the affect to them greatly. 113 more words
I think suffering, can grow people more.
And this list, is not to feel superior, I am no better than anyone.
But, sometimes, I feel incredibly weak, especially when people minimize and invalidate my suffering, like happened today and continually happens. 41 more words