Whilst perusing some of my favourite blogs this afternoon I came upon this fantastic monologue about the scourge that is PTSD. It’s a brilliant, insightful look into a much misunderstood illness, and deserves your full attention.
I am going to say sorry in advance here. I am feeling a bit b**hy because of a few comments made about PTSD in general while I was speaking to a group. I couldn’t do a PTSD rant there so I decided to do one here.
Having Post Traumatic Stress Disorder feels a bit like living in a glass house and everywhere you can see there is someone standing there ready and just waiting to throw huge rocks in to your home. They may have been standing there for 6 months or 6 years but that feeling of being under attack or in imminent danger never goes away. It doesn’t matter how comfortable you make your glass house. No one cares if the lights are on or off. You can put blinds up all over the place but you will still know that you are surrounded and anything could happen…
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