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The Sound of Sunshine
The Sound of Sunshine “On difficult days when the storm is ragging within me I sit wait and listen for the sounds of sunshine” Most mornings are like this for me. I wake struggling to breathe. Trying to catch a breath. Needing to stop the world spinning and emotions swirling. I used to fight those feelings. I used to have programs, systems, drugs in place to combat them and help me level out. Now I have found that the most effective thing to do is anticipate the emotions, the blackness, the rage and sit. Quietly. And wait. And listen. Within about 45 mins of rising, calm rolls in, like waves. This has become known to me as “..the sound of sunshine.”
http://www.drjohnaking.com/ptsd-recovery/sound-of-sunshine/
Poetry by Dr John A. King
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Sometimes when people move suddenly or even at all or even touch me in any way I get this feeling in my chest and throat of annoyance?? A mixture of anger and anxiety idk really but I don’t react on the outside bc i dissociate a bit when it happens
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Be More Than A Victim
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People everywhere seem to love calling themselves a victim. Wherever they go, EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET THEM. The red lights are out to get them; the cashier is out to get them, the parking garage is out to get them (that bitch took MYYY SPOT).
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They suffer from what I call a ‘victim narrative’. Their self-voice is always telling them that life is hard, difficult and unfair, and it is ALWAYS someone else’s fault. Whatever. Get over your bad self.
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Everyone has a past, everyone has been hurt, but not everyone has decided to be a pain-in-the-arse, social-gathering-destroying victim about it.
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Be more than a victim.
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You’re Just Fucking Wrong
Well… I don’t know what else to say…I’m all about giving people a voice and negotiating to consensus but the bottom line is sometimes they just aren’t right and at some point we need to be comfortable taking a stand for what we know IS right. I believe that one of the issue people who have suffered abuse face is a weird mixture of self doubt and the need for affirmation. We have been led to a place where we have come to doubt all we believe, yet we desperately need the approval of others, often times those that have abused us. The result is that we don’t take a stand for what we believe, even when we know it is correct. You see, sometimes they are wrong and others times they are FUCKING wrong.
http://www.drjohnaking.com/ptsd-recovery/youre-just-fucking-wrong/
Poetry by Dr John A. King
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Misty Moore Reviews #dealwithit
Misty Moore reviews #dealwithit . I was greatly encouraged by how practical Misty found the book, that was my aim. I didnt want this to be a book by another Dr Firstname Only that promised you unicorn, butterflies and a quick fix. I want this to confirmed to you that yes your life suck…but it will get better, here is how I did it and if I can make it, so can you. You can connect with Misty on instagram @mistymae21 Get the book #dealwithit – living well with PTSD www.drjohnaking.com #drjohnaking , #dealwithit
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Teeny Tiny Coco Headcanon: Héctor absolutely has anxiety
warning: anxiety mention
Something I don’t see talked about often (but I think desperately needs to be addressed) is that Héctor very likely has anxiety and depression. Imelda may notice it first; the subtle, quiet panic attacks. He goes silent, his eyes staring off somewhere in the distance, and she brushes it off for the longest time and reminds herself that her husband had always been a dreamer.
It wont be until later during one of their little get togethers that a friend of hers (a psychologist in life, sitting back in his chair and watching the young-old man with wary eyes) pulls her aside and whispers “I don’t want to pry, but…”
Get him help, her friend says.
Find him someone to talk to, her friend begs.
He’s not alright. He’s definitely not alright.
Imelda had scoffed and rolled her eyes and said “Héctor is fine.”
“I can’t tell him what to do. That’s not in my jurisdiction but…” her friend scrubbed at his face, his neck, his chin. “Just… ask him, alright? My office is always open.”
She scoffs again, and then offers him another drink.
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