ptsd

As a deep wound comes to the surface, things can appear worse for a time.

Their manipulation is psychological and emotionally devastating _ and very dangerous, especially considering the brain circuitry for emotional and physical pain are one and the same (Kross, 2011). What a victim feels when they are punched in the stomach can be similar to the pain a victim feels when they are verbally and emotionally abused, and the effects of narcissistic abuse can be crippling and long-lasting, even resulting in symptoms of PTSD or Complex PTSD.

Rose lived the same life I did, but she doesn__ have PTSD. No bad dreams, no missing memories. Sometimes I__ jealous that she seems to deal with everything better than I do. But then I__l catch her with this hollow look in her eyes and think maybe she just disguises everything for my benefit.Maybe she__ broken on the inside too.

Victims are members of society whose problems represent the memory of suffering, rage, and pain in a world that longs to forget.

I'm Bipolar with PTSD there's no shortage of pain inside of me

The medical professionals should fight PTSD at every cost for those living in pain and the battles they've lost.

When it comes to mental illness most of the diagnoses are similar or the same yet they can never display how we individually go through our pain.

When you have mental illness it's common to be shunned by your family or friends it wouldn't happen if they knew the pain you were in.

SE Self Execution the act will always be greater than the pain.

When I'm triggered, I think, "This will last forever" or "What if this lasts forever?" I get thoughts about how I should give up, run away, hide, protect myself. These thoughts, I cannot change. What I can change is how I respond to them. Will I unconditionally believe these ideas, or will I accept them as side effects of the temporary experience of pain? Will I act on each thought that arises in the burning fire, or will I hold myself gently and say, "It'll be okay. I know it hurts. I love you"? My power lies in these choices.

Traumatic events destroy the sustaining bonds between individual and community. Those who have survived learn that their sense of self, of worth, of humanity, depends upon a feeling of connection with others. The solidarity of a group provides the strongest protection against terror and despair, and the strongest antidote to traumatic experience. Trauma isolates; the group re-creates a sense of belonging. Trauma shames and stigmatizes; the group bears witness and affirms. Trauma degrades the victim; the group exalts her. Trauma dehumanizes the victim; the group restores her humanity.Repeatedly in the testimony of survivors there comes a moment when a sense of connection is restored by another person__ unaffected display of generosity. Something in herself that the victim believes to be irretrievably destroyed---faith, decency, courage---is reawakened by an example of common altruism. Mirrored in the actions of others, the survivor recognizes and reclaims a lost part of herself. At that moment, the survivor begins to rejoin the human commonality...

But the shock wears off, more quickly for some, but eventually for most. Fast food and alcohol are seductive, and I didn__ fight too hard. Your old routine is easy to fall back into, preferences and tastes return. It__ not hard to be a fussy, overstuffed American. After a couple of months, home is no longer foreign, and you are free to resume your old life. I thought I did. Resume my old life, that is. I was wrong.

My wife is alone in our full bed too. Her husband, the father of her children, never came back from Iraq. When I deployed the first time she asked her grandmother for advice. Her grandfather served in Africa and Europe in World War II. Her grandmother would know what to do.__ow do I live with him being gone? How do I help him when he comes home?_ my wife asked. __e won__ come home,_ her grandmother answered. __he war will kill him one way or the other. I hope for you that he dies while he is there. Otherwise the war will kill him at home. With you._ My wife__ grandfather died of a heart attack on the living-room floor, long before she was born. It took a decade or two for World War II to kill him. When would my war kill me?

Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated. When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally heard only by the one held captive. When someone enters the pain and hears the screams healing can begin.

You play those dimples like an exquisite orchestra, Mr. Boomer.

Worry only about what you control. The rest is war.

What was it like? Hell if I know. But next time someone asks.... I'll answer crooked, and I'll answer long. And when they get confused or angry, I'll smile. Finally, I'll think. Someone who understands.

Many call it the 1000 yard stare and can't realize the pain when PTSD takes us there