Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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It started early today...the heaviness in my chest and lungs. I can usually make it through work mornings distracted enough by the mundane routine that it doesn't start until later. I keep busy as I get ready and make a call as soon as I get in the car--any call, just to distract. It's not usually until after I finish my first client session that I run and hide alone so I can fall apart and bring myself back together just before I have to see anyone else.
But today there was no distraction great enough. Today I was triggered from the moment I opened my eyes. Today PTSD becomes me and all reminds me I face it alone.
The counselor I was referred to never called to schedule. Thinking perhaps I should do more, I mustered up just a shred of hope and picked up the phone to call her. She didn't answer. I dialed the number to another counselor to check rates and availability. No answer. I tried again later. Same. This seems to be the trend. I try to push past hopelessness and do something...but there's no one there to meet me. There never is. I'm alone and the world closes in.
There are times, though, when I need to know I'm not on my own here with this PTSD thing. I contacted a social worker/nurse from my insurance company last week, just for support and for help with an insurance question. I finally got a phone call from her today. It was good, she told me about some therapy classes I can join. But that was quite a lag time.
I hope you get an answer from that counseling office. Just knowing they are there helps. In the meantime, we're here, grace. You're not alone with us. Much support to you.