I've been through so many councelors since a kid.
I don't know if you ever truly forgive, or maybe some do but still seems hard to forget.
I was never really one to point fingers, because it just gets me nowhere. When some people think of PTSD the first thing they think of or ask is oh, were you in the services.
I know where they're coming from because I use to think that too. Until things started coming back from my past and it became to much to bear.
I drove my car off the road and rolled it...
there were passengers with me but at that time it was like they wern't there. I still don't fully remember much, but it just came on so fast.
I had to move because I just couldn't look at them anymore, beings how I lived in a small town.
A couple years later I started seeing a councelor who heard my story and said that it seemed to her, like I had a flashback of some sort. She told me how our brains work in protecting itself and that everyone copes in some way or another. Even though its hard to talk about things, at least I have found ways to cope gradually.