Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything)
That's how the light gets in ~Leonard Cohen (Anthem)
The psychotic episode triggered in October by my GKs being placed in protective custody continues. Grumble, grouse, grump the lump. . . Where's the fucking justice!!!!
Proof unavailable, but I sincerely believe I am holding steady through the storm. Just being perfectly me, cracks, warts and all, taking Life one wave, one thunder clap, one lightening bolt at a time.
So I believe. . . In my personal herstory, the crazy person always has been the last to know belief has slid into psychosis again. Reality checks and reminders appreciated. Am I making sense?
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Hey all, i know its been quite awhile since i posted on here. Its been a summer all right. Its been something else........... You know how they say not to open the can of worms? Well a few months ago i decided to find out what my due date would have been for my first baby, the one conceived by r***. My baby would have been due on March 4th of 2006. They would be 20 years old. I was R**** on June...
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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...

You do have 20/20 vision because of your awareness.
Looking for those red flags of 'herstory"
Using your box of tools will keep you aware
Ya got A Lot Of DS Friends Arfie...know you are not alone.
Sometimes I want to start The Church of Leonard. Wanna get Cohenesque with me?
Update:
The third grandchild was born by C-section yesterday morning around 11. Daddy tells us she looks healthy. 7 lbs 4 oz. Hubs and I have not known what to tell, if to tell, the elder (5 and almost 3) siblings as baby's fate, or even her name, remains uncertain. I think they know. Both GKs spent unusual amounts of time talking about babies yesterday. We treated it like play as usual. Did your baby arrive in a space ship?
For the sake of letting the baby be more real in my head, I have taken to calling her, "Freya Faye." This morning finds me wondering if I gravitated to that name because *I* am FF. Feeling Fragile.