Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
Find support with others who have gone through a traumatic experience. Whether you have chronic or acute PTSD, we are here for you.
If you were abused as a child, and are now are separated from the circumstances of your abuse, but continue to suffer from unpleasant memories, flashbacks, nightmares, post-traumatic stress disorder, have difficulty functioning in society, feel alone and friendless, feel 'different' from everyone else and have trouble fitting in, are living in poverty, sometimes wonder if you are human at all, or are experiencing other difficulties stemming from abuse, neglect, abandonment, torture, verbal abuse, physical abuse, etc., that occurred during your childhood or teenage years, you are invited to join this group.
To visit the group homepage now, please click on the link here:
www.dailystrength.org/groups/achildabusesurvivorsgroup
To visit the group homepage now, please click on the link here:
www.dailystrength.org/groups/achildabusesurvivorsgroup
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My day...today...misplaced my debit card...didn't realize it until I got to the register after shopping to a full cart. Used a different debit card and pulled apart everything looking for missing debit card before I left parking lot. Got home, dropped keys. So now I have a missing debit card, missing keys. A full cartload to unload and put away. I got everything put away.Dumped purse for a...
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I don't really know how to label this but I having a rough week and I can't say it's one thing.... I have a lot on my plate which is nothing new and I try to cope in many positive ways and do but I still have my moments.My kids more so my daughters talk to me about everything which I know it's cause of comfort and we are close.... however I really struggle with the venting about their dad which...
For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame and pain and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten child, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
With love, to all the children
-Kathy Williams (1964-1996)
-Herbert Ward
Make me poet laureate
For the world that writhes in pain
For the child sucked out of the womb
For the prisoner in chains
For those who die in thousands
While the rich sort out their scores
For the unknown disappeared
In those boring foreign wars.
Make me poet laureate
For the stranger in the land
For the daughter who is raped
At her fathers evil hand.
For the runaway who sleeps
On a mattress made of stone
For the worker out of work
Left to waste away at home.
Make me poet laureate
For the victim no one hears
For every child thats battered
While its screams are gagged by fear.
For those too weak to argue
For those who have no tongue
For those too old to matter
In a world that loves the young.
Make me poet laureate
For the beggar at the gate
For those who cry for justice
But are told they have to wait.
Not for presidents and queens
Who are overwhelmed by choice
But for those whose mouths are stopped
Those who cant afford a voice.
-Steve Turner (1949 Present). Born in England. Biographer, journalist, poet.
Make me poet laureate
For the world that writhes in pain
For the child sucked out of the womb
For the prisoner in chains
For those who die in thousands
While the rich sort out their scores
For the unknown disappeared
In those boring foreign wars.
Make me poet laureate
For the stranger in the land
For the daughter who is raped
At her fathers evil hand.
For the runaway who sleeps
On a mattress made of stone
For the worker out of work
Left to waste away at home.
Make me poet laureate
For the victim no one hears
For every child thats battered
While its screams are gagged by fear.
For those too weak to argue
For those who have no tongue
For those too old to matter
In a world that loves the young.
Make me poet laureate
For the beggar at the gate
For those who cry for justice
But are told they have to wait.
Not for presidents and queens
Who are overwhelmed by choice
But for those whose mouths are stopped
Those who cant afford a voice.
-Steve Turner (1949 Present). Born in England. Biographer, journalist, poet.
-Frank A. Clark
Do you know what it's like to live with fear?
To be afraid every day of your life, and to know you can't escape from the the source of your fear?
Do you know what it's like to struggle for acceptance, and find only
criticism and condemnation instead?
Do you know what it's like to wake in the morning and know that nothing
you do today will be right?
Do you know what it's like to wake in the morning and know that today you will be hit. To know that if today is a "good" day, you'll only get a couple of slaps across the face, and if it's a bad day, you could find a hand around your neck, shutting off your windpipe until you pass out.
Do you know what it's like to hear words such as "you're useless", "you're
stupid", "no-one will ever love you", and to hear these words so often you
believe them?
Do you know what it's like to feel as if every breath you draw is a waste of
oxygen. To feel as if suicide is the only option, but be too afraid to do it. Do you know what it feels like to think you are so useless you can't even kill yourself?
Do you know what it is like to reach for help, only to find none, and then
find things are actually worse because the one causing your pain now holds
another grudge against you?
If you answered no, then you are lucky,
because it means you have never been abused
If you answered yes, then I pray you have had the courage and strength to
turn your life around, and find all the beauty and goodness buried deep
inside you. Because it is there, no matter what anyone else tells you. The healing road is long and hard, but it is worth the journey.