I am having a difficult time coping with daily life because of my PTSD from my childhood. Winter is hard for me because as a child I was thrown out of the house. I was left on the steps and stayed there for the night in freezing temps. Night after night. Frozen in a ball on the steps, like a stray animal. Stepped over in the morning, on their way to work. I have worked through it for many years now. But, sometimes it creeps up when I least expect it. Others do not understand. How could someone comprehend? I do not tell the story it is unbeleivable. The serenity prayer does not work sometimes after you have said it a hundreds of times.