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mycptsdstory · 2 years
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Found this on Facebook
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traumaticenby · 5 months
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It's been 4 months and few days from being raped. For this whole time I actually a lot changed - especially in mental and personality way. Even if the most of them are kind of not making my life easier, they made me realise something... Big, wonderful and interesting. Made me feel stronger.
Even if it meant that I needed to fight with 2 months long nightmares, with severe insomnia, which even now still exists in my life, with random flashbacks, with being fight or flight mode, with suicide attempt, with suspending everyone being bad guys, with feeling stuck in my own body, which I so much hated because I felt like a doll in a bad way, with people, who said and still say I just lie about being raped, with losing most of my 'friends', and much, much, much more.
But with that having a lot of inspiration to make stories related to my trauma, make art where is that trauma putted on, help to people, who were as well raped, because I now know too much well how it is.
Maybe I'm now seemed as dangerous and coldish, but I by myself know I just use it as a protection for myself and that I'm very kind person. I was raised to be kind. Maybe I hate this personality trait so much sometimes, but... In some situations I'm glad I'm like this.
Because ir wouldn't be me, if I wasn't kind, you know? It's one of my biggest personality traits, who makes me myself.
And when I realised that, I as well realised I started to slowly heal from the trauma.
Healing is not that fast thing, it's process, where in little steps I become a person, who is happier and happier each day. I don't say I don't fall and don't make mistakes. I do them. One of my falls are my extreme anger. Even aggression I could say. It came with my previous traumas, such as bullying. I often feel that it's all so unfair and why it all happens to me. I'm learning to calm down and say it happened for something and that I deserve much better. I try to avoid sharp objects or objects with fire. You know, self-harm...
It helps.
Maybe few weeks ago I wouldn't say that, but now I can say it - I'm glad that I'm still alive. Even if it's hard to even stay alive.
I believe someday I will be happy person again. I believe I will be healed someday, so I can not worry about stuff, which is in past. I believe that it will not affect me anymore soon or later.
Much, much, much love.
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hoekami · 2 years
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My partner and I have been talking about the foreboding presence of this winter. Just feels like it’s gonna be a tough one.
The first frost in my region came early as hell and beat up my garden😒 I’m going to be drying out my chamomile soon, clipping my sage, and saving calendula seeds before some real damage is done.
It feels like it’s going to be a season of making…
old discoveries that feel brand new
better connections with Ancestors
soup!
little hats for Denzel
money✨
warm, strong spiritual baths
sweet, spicy teas
luxurious and soft love
Small reminder to buy your flour, rice, beans, etc. cooking is going to be essential. Grocery prices have been insane lately. I’ve been slowly buying the basics in bulk here and there before they really skyrocket.
There’s a pile of yarn in my room that I’ve been eyeing; some too. And ofc a growing collection of unread books. Denzel and I have matching fur coats😌 Prep is going well! Anything else I’ll leave to my Ancestors, I’m not going to have spare energy for worrying. Just gotta take it one day at a time; the pursuit of pleasure will be my compass.
I pray everyone stays safe and warm this season💙
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jkwearebothgay · 11 months
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This is me taking control for the first time ever. I can create my happiness and my life changing. Tonight I learned about avoidance and numbing and all the surrounding things that attributed towards those behaviors that come from ptsd. I have been holding myself back from experiencing a better quality of life my trauma created avoidance which in turn created numbness. By shoving down all my avoidances for so long all I did was supercharge them creating the numbness. I am also surprised to learn this is also attributed towards me having no friends. My ptsd and trauma created this avoidance and numbness which told my brain that it was better to not create connections and to not reach out in order to avoid being hurt again. This is a behavior I can change, there is recovery and methods that I can practice and utilize, and holy crap when I tell you this is something I’ve been waiting for for so long… when I put up walls to protect myself from all the bad things I didn’t want to get in.. I also stopped all the great things from coming in. The walls are down and I’m ready to start my life looking forward NOT looking back.
Positive affirmations for tonight:
I am taking care of myself
I put on clothes today that made me feel good
I am creating a better life for myself by no longer living in the past and self sabotaging my future.
I am a great lover
I am a great person
I am open to new things and do not have fear or anxiety towards them
I KNOW I can do this
I AM doing this
I am PROUD of myself
I love who I am becoming
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yesokayiknow · 5 months
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also i like to think fifteen shunted all of his mental illness into fourteen while regenerating btw. he said have fun with those millennia of undealt with trauma. bye
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resonantramblings · 10 months
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Song of the day. An old favorite. As I navigate through the process of healing from the traumas that have left me with crippling PTSD and almost zero sense of self worth, this song has really resonated with my soul. It hits the nail right on the head when describing this dark, gritty, and raw process of digging my true self back out of all the bullshit it's been buried under for years... Some decades at this point. I really have a hard time finding the words to discuss everything with my therapist and partner, so having music that can do it for me has really helped take the edge off.
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recoverr · 5 months
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you're not a monster. you're you. you're flawed, yes, but you're also incredibly alive. just human. real. capable of great things, capable of change and growth, too. don't define yourself by the inner critic lashing out at you. you're not your worst moments.
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the-jesus-pill · 10 months
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You’ve got to forgive yourself for being traumatized and needing to learn how to function again. 
Recovery isn’t always nightmares and depression, it’s forgetting to eat, being scared of what others might see as completely normal things, it’s getting random panic attacks, not knowing how to take care of yourself, not knowing how to live like an adult, even if you’re twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, of feeling like you’re failing to function in a world where everyone seems to have their shit together. 
If you need help, ask for it. Go to forums and ask for advice. Take advantage of community resources. Buy pre-sliced veggies and fruits, eat instant meals if you can’t cook for yourself today. Hire someone. Ask a neighbor for a favor. Buy any item you think might make life easier, even if you feel like you aren’t ‘disabled’ enough to have it. 
Some of the depression posts (ie open your windows, take a shower, go outside, call a friend) are really helpful but they’re not always enough. I’ve found advice for spoonies, people with chronic pain or other disabilities have the best tips because they know what it’s like to be bedridden, out of energy, stuck in a brain fog. 
You may never return back to the energy you had when you were younger and you might always need to use crutches to help you through life. It’s the same with medication. 
Trauma is a real thing that happens to you, it physically alters your brain and it’s alright to have lasting scars. 
You’re not broken, your life is not over and you can still be happy. 
It’s not your fault.
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sage-hazeline · 1 year
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please sir…….. give me quotes to cope with living
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trying my best to realise there's no way I can go back to being my former self.
I can,however,create my new self.
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mycptsdstory · 2 years
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trinksclan0117 · 1 year
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Healing
Nothing in this life compares to when you realize you're shattered. Yet when we are told to heal from our pasts, get over it, work through it. When we try to heal on our own. We get these illusions in our heads that healing means happiness.
That when we heal we're full of smiles and laughs, fun times with friends, family dinners with smiles.
Yet, healing isn't that. Healing is going through what hurt you all over again. Our minds block out certain things because at the time our minds aren't able to comprehend, let alone process, the pain and hurt we went through when we were younger.
Shedding tears as you look back, and if you can separate yourself from the emotions, you see a child/teenager/young adult who got hurt. Who went through pain and came out of it alive.
Those of us who have survived the trauma that we did. We have survivor's guilt for that. We know that not a lot of people survive. We know the darker side of reality at that point.
We feel like we aren't anywhere close to special because the trauma of our past makes us believe that we should have died too.
Yet, those of us who have survived. We don't have to hide. I myself am still healing from all the pain I've been through. What I've learned over my years, I hope it helps someone in need. Because you survived to tell your story. To help those who felt what we did. To tell them they matter, they are important, and they are loved.
Too many people do not get the privilege of feeling the love we can have to offer. You find fulfillment when you heal yourself and give in to the nature of love. Life is so much more than what you see. Life is everything you can see, and everything you can't.
Do me a favor today. Everyone, please. Just smile today. Share your smile with a stranger today. Watch and notice things you didn't know before. Like instead of seeing the smile. Notice their eyes. Notice their posture. Notice and recognize everything about them. Because sometimes, just one smile can help save a life.
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hoekami · 1 year
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How am I committed to loving myself this season? What does that look like for me? What does it feel like? We deserve to explore these questions. It’s going to be difficult but it’s worth it.
I’m slowly re-teaching my brain and my body what pleasure is. My ptsd symptoms act as almost a compass for me and my spirit is calling for soothing. The Me’s of the past come as flashbacks and with practice I’ve learned to visit them with love.
Ideally one would do shadow work like this intentionally, and in a comfortable environment. However with my mental illness it doesn’t work that way every time and that’s okay! It’s tiring but with time (and with mental health professionals that actually give a shit about me) I’ve found ways to wrangle with these obstacles a bit better. The goal is to not let my flight or fight reactions rule my body and brain. Here are some ways I regulate myself that may be of use to you:
singing- helps process and release what’s on your mind
stretching- releases tension and grounds you
petting an animal because they’re great😌
being around soft and fluffy things- or anything that soothes your senses. Also helps to ground you
drinking water- nourishes and activates your body and spirit. I always whisper a “thank you” before or after I drink
slow and deep breathing- grounding and helps realign your mind and spirit
making silly faces- to release tension in your face and helps with clenching your jaw and hard biting
I haven’t done one of these posts in a minute cause I’ve been figuring out what the hell im doing myself 🤣 But I hope this helps yall
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moonlit-positivity · 2 months
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You deserve a happy ending. No matter what the situation is, no matter how hard it is to survive and cope. You deserve a true genuine happy ending.
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recoverr · 8 months
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i hope it hurts a little less. day by day. week by week. i hope the ache in your chest eases. maybe it won't entirely, maybe it will. may the thought of feeling joy again alone be enough to keep you going, even if for a while.
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