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.
Rain doesn't fall for the flowers in the Spring time
"Rain just falls." ~David Halley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dioBdIwMcLs
When it rains, it pours. My psychotherapy tool box has been getting a full scale workout. Not too much of it is about me, but I surely am affected. Deep breaths. . . Seems like every key player in my life -- from my beloved animals to the neighbors -- is undergoing some flavor of complex processing. They all seem to believe that they can come here to do their processing. I am just keeping the icebox well stocked in between the steps in my distilling and feather harvesting experiments.
This morning's meditation is focused on the tree branches against the predawn sky. A complex weave, indeed, made all the more complex by the electric shadows of the neighborhood security lights glaring up from below.
Sigh.
It would take a novella to tell all the yaddah blahs weaving through our urban homestead just now. Even if I was in the frame of mind to write a novella this morning, I am not confident I have a handle on it all. Just calling it, "Complex processing from a secure place."
Small steps, big faith and lots of prayer.
Just an update. . .
"Rain just falls." ~David Halley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dioBdIwMcLs
When it rains, it pours. My psychotherapy tool box has been getting a full scale workout. Not too much of it is about me, but I surely am affected. Deep breaths. . . Seems like every key player in my life -- from my beloved animals to the neighbors -- is undergoing some flavor of complex processing. They all seem to believe that they can come here to do their processing. I am just keeping the icebox well stocked in between the steps in my distilling and feather harvesting experiments.
This morning's meditation is focused on the tree branches against the predawn sky. A complex weave, indeed, made all the more complex by the electric shadows of the neighborhood security lights glaring up from below.
Sigh.
It would take a novella to tell all the yaddah blahs weaving through our urban homestead just now. Even if I was in the frame of mind to write a novella this morning, I am not confident I have a handle on it all. Just calling it, "Complex processing from a secure place."
Small steps, big faith and lots of prayer.
Just an update. . .
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Hello- I am new to the group
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Jay's podcasts are really good. I watch them on YouTube for free. Today, I watched his video about motivation. In fact, I've been watching a few videos on this subject. Jay gave us an assignment to complete the following sentence: I am stuck because? I don't describe myself as stuck, but to finish the sentence, I would say that I am stuck because I am tired. When I have energy, I do...
Keep taking those small steps
Hm-m-m-m. . .
Oddly enough, I think my personal boundaries and animal training are holding up just fine. I think. So far, at least?
It be the busted give-a-damn ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMn0Qr9jtyI ) that has been getting a work-out.
Healing hopes for all, no exceptions.