Art and any form of creativity help us to heal from our PTSD. Creativity beats back PTSD’s assault against our personal identity, against our sense of self. PTSD wants us to feel we are worthless, we have no value, and that we are so tainted by trauma that there is no hope for us. Exercising creativity can be painful, physically, psychologically, and spiritually, but the pain can help us heal and defeat the PTSD-Identity.[Continue Reading…]
I remain constantly amazed at the fortitude and strength that each of you exhibits daily in your own PTSD journey and also by those of you who care for, or who are damaged by, someone else’s PTSD journey. You each deserve a soundtrack.[Continue Reading…]
One of the many “joys” of having PTSD is that we can get triggered by events and situations which have nothing to do with our initial traumas. Depending on levels of stress one can be more susceptible to activation of their PTSD symptoms and behaviors. Such has been my life of late. O’ Joy, O’ Bliss! Lucky Me![Continue Reading…]
Recently, those of us with PTSD were further stigmatized by being labeled as weak by a major party presidential candidate. He stated that military personnel who are not strong enough have gotten PTSD. This is a false statement, probably based on ignorance and not malice.
If you have PTSD, you are not weak. You have plenty of strength, plenty of character. It is not a case of not being strong enough. We have been wounded both physically and spiritually. Trauma wounds our brains and it wounds our souls.[Continue Reading…]
PTSD will endeavor to make us refuse human contact. It wants us to be isolated from healthy relationships. It wants us to disintegrate as social and spiritual beings. As bad as that is, PTSD-survivors can be pushed into further isolation due to issues with trust, or encounters with dickweeds and/or vampires (And, yes, I used the word “trust” in a sentence).[Continue Reading…]
People with PTSD can have successful relationships, even with other people who have PTSD. Yet, PTSD adds extra challenges to our relationships. One of these additional challenges is intensity. When PTSD endeavors to change our identity it attempts to turn the intensity dial to one extreme or another. PTSD makes us intense, sometimes too intense.
PTSD wants to wound us and render us feral. It wants us to despair in our wounds: physical, mental, and spiritual. It wants us to never realize we are on a sanctification journey, that we can still receive divine grace. PTSD wants us angry and letting lose with our anger. Having wounded others or maybe just belittling ourselves, it wants us to believe we can never be forgiven.[Continue Reading…]
Memorial Day: We’ll get our share of drive-by caring and plastic patriotism. In some areas we will have to endure fireworks. And, we will have to deal with the specter of those afflicted with Compassion Deficit Disorder (CDD) … nothing quite like being blamed for having PTSD, sensitivity to triggers, and living in a fear-state, just because we “couldn’t hack it” or because we are “cowards.” The news media, practicing a predictable “calendar journalism,” will show a brief uptick of interest in those with military service.[Continue Reading…]
In spite of more coverage, and one would then hope, more understanding, there are still stigmas that goes with PTSD. We are often harshly judged and criticized for the basic fact that we are human enough to have been wounded by traumatic events.
The drive-by caring crowd often pulls their vampiric ghoul number on us. They attempt to splash around in the malarial swamps of both our past traumatic experiences and our ongoing present suffering from PTSD and other wounds.[Continue Reading…]
It is no secret that PTSD seeks to destroy us. It desires to make us unstable, unpredictable, and unreliable. By doing so, it corrodes our best and most healthy relationships (Yikes! The cat just explored the keyboard – again – and I need to retype some things). So, even the cat agrees, PTSD is out to harm us and then to harm others by rendering us unpredictable (Meow! Make him stop typing so he’ll get back to petting me!)…er, umm, well, it seems I have a co-typist today.[Continue Reading…]