Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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It is not the letting go which hurts. It is the holding on which hurts. ~Anonymous
Week two in my new apartment a short distance from the family nerve center finds me befuddled and unable to carry through on much of anything. My quiet voice - the voice within my emotional chaos which makes no attempt to compete with the noisy, hurried thoughts - says to let this be okay. It is part of the process.
Much of my personal dysfunction is made out of habits which once served a purpose but are now counter productive. And then there are the misconceptions which never made much sense to begin with, be they mine or someone else's. Defining, analyzing and declaring war these habits only gives them greater importance. Like a Prohibitionist attempting to cure addiction by attacking the addictive substance.
My prayer is that a general willingness to let go will allow Nature's healing mysteries to sweep away the harmful parts while cleansing the substance beneath.
Am I making any sense?
Week two in my new apartment a short distance from the family nerve center finds me befuddled and unable to carry through on much of anything. My quiet voice - the voice within my emotional chaos which makes no attempt to compete with the noisy, hurried thoughts - says to let this be okay. It is part of the process.
Much of my personal dysfunction is made out of habits which once served a purpose but are now counter productive. And then there are the misconceptions which never made much sense to begin with, be they mine or someone else's. Defining, analyzing and declaring war these habits only gives them greater importance. Like a Prohibitionist attempting to cure addiction by attacking the addictive substance.
My prayer is that a general willingness to let go will allow Nature's healing mysteries to sweep away the harmful parts while cleansing the substance beneath.
Am I making any sense?
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I haven't written in my diary on my computer since May because I thought that my computer was dying. I got away from writing but my computer is hanging in there. I think that I will start writing in it again. It's so therapeutic.
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First, I hope everyone is doing well, and continuing to fight that good fight! Keep up the great work on yourselves; I'm rooting for all of you!So, I started doing therapy at the beginning of the year, when I was in my most depressed state, but with my therapist, I made big changes and steps in the right direction. But, over a month ago, she couldn't take my insurance anymore, and I had to stop...
I'm in no position to judge. All I know is that I constantly try to make sound decisions that are best for me and my family and hope the two don't contradict.
Are you starting to doubt your decision? Grass greener thing??
Deli,
My children are no longer children. My "baby" is 29. As a family, we are having a hard time evolving the family roles. Neither branch of the family tree can provide functional role models. As an individual, I have been feeling isolated by a role that no longer has a clear purpose. There was plenty of purpose when my children were children, but they have not been for a substantial length of time.
I never was confident of my decision. My personal favorite definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over while expecting different results. I am making a prayerful attempt at trying something new and sorting as I go. Prayerfully.
I could have written it myself.
My motto: Don't plan. Be led. It's worked since I lost my only child. God finds a way, through the noise in our brains, through our intense anxiety, through our tears (sometimes for no apparent reason we still have tears!), self doubt, self blame, feelings of inadequacy, of not being worthy, of not being lovable, of isolation, of being totally alone with no one who cares....on and on, I know it all by heard.
There is a Center here. It's a small kernel but it's there, always. Find a way to it. Envision it. Embrace it. And return to it often, many times a day. Pray, trust, and remember that life is so very short and that there will be an end and there will be a reward. We've been promised that.
Habits are funny. With so much PTSD chaos, routines have always meant a lot to me. But there are reasons to change them. Just letting to of those things that have been among the few constants in my life is hard. It seems that may be so for you, too, right now.
Makes perfect sense to me, too.
You don't have to figure it all out at once. It's okay to feel unsure. That's part of the growth.
I wish you peace along your journey.