My Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Story

Have I shared with you the story of my journey with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD ?

Perhaps not. For many years, I kept this part of myself hidden—locked away from others, and even from my own heart. This, my dear reader, is the first time I am speaking of it so openly, so vulnerably.

You see, I was afraid. Afraid that the world would see me as something less, as fragile or broken. That somehow, my very humanity would be diminished by my scars, by the weight of my experiences.

So I kept it a secret. Or at least, I tried to. It was a well-crafted secret, but one that served me not at all. It didn’t heal me. It didn’t help me grow. Pretending that it wasn’t there, pretending that I was untouched by it all, did nothing but push my pain deeper into the shadows.

But here’s the truth, the one I’ve come to understand over time:

I am incredibly strong. Not in spite of the pain, but because of it. I am strong because I’ve lived through a storm and have emerged on the other side, a little battle-worn, perhaps, but undefeated. Living with PTSD does not mean you are weak. It simply means you are still standing.

Now, you may be wondering—what’s the difference between Complex PTSD and PTSD?

What is Complex PTSD vs. PTSD?

The distinction is subtle, yet important. PTSD often springs from a single event, or a series of events that happen in rapid succession. But Complex PTSD, well, that is born of prolonged hardship, a series of wounds inflicted over time, chipping away at one’s spirit until it feels as though there is no place left untouched.

My PTSD Stories

In the coming months, I will share more of my story. I will invite you into the intimate, raw corners of my experiences. You can follow along as I release each chapter of this journey. Along with my story, I will offer insights into the symptoms of PTSD and share resources that have helped me navigate this long road to healing.

Trigger Warning

Be warned, my friend—some of what I share may stir something deep within you. It may be a trigger for some. But if you choose to walk this path with me, know that it is one of grace, healing, and understanding.

You are not alone. And neither am I.

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