PTSD, My Life, My Changes

Category: emotional neglect

  • The Good Still Helps Derail Me

    I had a privileged experience taking the SS Badger to Ludington, Michigan. Then another three hours to my destination. That Wednesday that I arrived in Michigan, it rained almost the entire time I was driving. My anxiety was all over the place. Afraid of getting lost. Afraid of running into rogue animals. Gas prices? What…

  • Last night…. Next week…

    Last night, I was hanging out with a friend. It was nice. Eric was out doing what Eric does. It was nice to just relax and talk about whatever comes. I firmly believe that we both have PTSD/Complex PTSD. Other mental health issues generally are involved. Regardless, my conversation skills are never really an issue.…

  • Gifts since 2020

    I’ve thought that there must be something wrong with me. I’ve lost so many people. I’ve fucked up so badly in my life and impacted so many people. Regardless of my status, no one would want to talk to me. Especially with a woman who had only an upper denture and a couple attempted implants…

  • What I Remember

    I think we all live different lives. Yes. Our surroundings. Our families. Our cultures. The color of our skin. Our religions or lack there of. Our education. What we eat, what we drink. And how we adapt to our surroundings, peers, families, and overall life. I believe that one of my siblings may have things…

  • I Do Not Remember

    I think one of the things that makes me so mad about PTSD is the memory issues. I cannot remember many periods of my life. Many years. I have blips of memories. I remember being in 1st grade. Studying the weather. I remember playing with certain friends during certain periods of time. I remember certain…

  • What Would Mom & Dad Say

    My podcast episode apparently ruffled some feathers. Despite not saying the direct name of the church. I gave the origin of the religion. My mom was mad at me when I said the name of the church incorrectly in a phone call. She almost slapped me across the face. I saw her reaction. I know…

  • Who I Am

    I’ve spent a long time identifying who I am as a victim of some fucked up circumstances. For years. I was modeled ignoring yourself and your needs, so, that was normal. I can’t exactly remember how long it’s been now, but it started out with Eric and I going to see Jason Mewes at Skyline…

  • Hi! I’m Mentally Unwell. You?

    I suppose I have walked around most of my life saying…. hi, I’m a victim of circumstances. Hi…. did you hear about my circumstances? Well…. let me tell you about those darned circumstances! I think I meant for it to sound how ‘badass I am… how much I have overcome’. It started to really say….…

  • I’m Learning… I’m Listening

    At my age, one would think that my childhood wouldn’t bother me so much. And, in fairness, it’s not bothering me as much as it used to. I’m looking around. Taking in the spaces around me and what they really are. They’re not a threat. There’s not someone looking at me funny or talking about…

  • Something feels different

    I feel my life is changing, just a bit. I’m still laying in my dark bedroom, just before bed, discussing my inner thoughts. I had a very tough beginning to my weekend. I got some distressing news about my daughter and the company she keeps. I made a decision, finally. I have to let go.…