I exist as a sort of super-human woman who has both male and female strength of mind, body and presentation. My vulnerability is not the normal cliché of female inability. My vulnerabilities have been human-made through my life experiences.
Three days ago I was in crying desperately into my iPhone to my therapist from the torture of incessant and intrusive suicidal thoughts. The good news is that by today I am having to ‘lower’ my state of mind to write this post.
Why does living with CPTSD have to be either living in harmony (a state of being in agreement or concord) or living in horror (an intense feeling of fear, shock or disgust)?
A sudden bombardment of triggers can take you down a rabbit hole without a rope! Last week’s post was a symptom of this. I can see it now.