Tucson: Money can’t buy me love? Living with PTSD.
Outside help and support for living with both ASD and CPTSD is vital for my mental well being, my marriage and relationships. Tucson
Outside help and support for living with both ASD and CPTSD is vital for my mental well being, my marriage and relationships. Tucson
A sudden bombardment of triggers can take you down a rabbit hole without a rope! I had become overwhelmingly nostalgic for the small amount of positive stories from my childhood I have saved on my hard drive.Danger-zone. Tucson
In our book #dealwithit – living well with PTSD, my wife Melissa talks about what she does to help me when various things trigger me, basically, how do people in Tucson deal With PTSD Triggers. Tucson Books On Living With People With PTSD
I don’t want my new boss to regret hiring me. She is an amazing boss and very kind, someone I connect to instinctively. I mustn’t lose her trust, or run away out of fear of what might become of our effective working relationship if I overshare at some point. Tucson
What do CPTSD or PTSD survivors (we do not use the word ‘victim’) use to defend themselves when all has been broken and torn apart? If you’re alive to read this right now, then whatever you have experienced, I promise you, YOU ARE A SURVIVOR. You found your SHIELD. Tucson
School holidays give me perspective on life. Now I’m out the other side and husband is back at work, kids back to nursery/school, I miss everyone, the lovely togetherness and long for the weekends when we can all just BE. I don’t miss the hectic mess and lack of peace at home.
Why does living with CPTSD have to be either living in harmony (a state of being in agreement or concord) or living in horror (an intense feeling of fear, shock or disgust)? Tucson
Tucson: Books On PTSD And Relationships. A ‘partner’ is a person who sits outside of your day to day battle. It should be someone you trust, someone who is for you, someone who ‘sees’ the person you are trying to be and not the person you occasionally are.
It never fails. I am going along, seemingly handling all the big deals in my life, balancing all the balls, spinning all the plates: family, job, continuing education for said job, bills, friends, and just when I feel like I have it all going for me… WHAM! The tiniest issue takes my feet out from under me and I’m a puddle on the floor.
Three days ago I was in crying desperately into my iPhone to my therapist from the torture of incessant and intrusive suicidal thoughts. The good news is that by today I am having to ‘lower’ my state of mind to write this post. Tucson