http://www.sanvalentinrun.com/images/217/buenas-noches-alegres.php Smoking weed is sometimes helpful as it helps to gain a different perspective from time to time. But that new point can sometimes be both helpful or worsening. It never seems to help in the healing and just ends up being an escape tool. For me it helps me sometimes face my true emotions as they are usually trapped. I go to AA. Substances arnt good.
You don't want to take pharmacy drugs but you'd take your own. Addiction is a coping mechanism of cptsd. I also go to ACAC meetings. I find these very helpful. I'm completely abstinent from all mind altering drugs. PTSD is a real syndrome that needs to have additional research and options. I am very sick. I have been diagnosed by a PhD psychotherapist and and MD psychiatrist. I currently take no medications, though I do attend talk therapy twice weekly. PTSD has destroyed my interpersonal life and family relationships.
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I am looking for support from this community or anyone. I was previously athletic, fit, and I am a young-ish female combat veteran. I want to regain my life.
PTSD is a monster that lives in the shadows of my life. Every time I think I have defeated the monster it returns at my most vulnerable moments. I am untreatable. I have tried everything,and just diazepam,and abilify helps me to just do my housework. I am suspicious of anyone who reminds me of my past. Thinking outside of the box,leaving my comfort zone etc,does not work.
Forgiveness does not work. I sleep with my Bible under my pillow and it stops the nightmares. I can do one small thing per day,then rest. No movies,screaming,yelling,abusers or excuses. My boundaries are stone. The first word of abuse is the last. No councelors,just a shrink several times per year. To get medicine.
We are all different. My ptsd came from the sins of others and being treated like a piece of property. I can go to ladies groups only. Church groups. Even there I get judged. It can be a sudden movement, a smell,movie,etc. I am a victor,not a victim. No volunteering,just a small,simple life. Your very ability to change perspectives and find strength in perspective-change is shattered if the anxiety and ptsd issues are frequent enough. And I can prove it.
And there is no denying the power of desire. Or perhaps what worked for me is cooking. Aside from this, when it comes to the chemical side of things, cbd oil has been of tremendous help for me, but only in consistent dosages once before bed under tongue around 5mg. Of course some do more but everyone reacts differently.
But regardless best to start at lower dosages. Negative got us there, positive will get us out.
I couldn't have said all this better myself.. I feel like ppl just don't understand what its like for us day to day especially my husband, that its a struggle.. Its just calming to read other ppl going through the same, because you all understand.. You are so right about people not understanding or knowing the struggles we face every day. I have many opinionated family members and friends that say its mind over matter.
I would like for them to walk 1 day in my shoes, I am always waiting for the next rude comment to come out of their mouth. I am 42 and have been battling this illness as well as anxiety, depression for the better part of 30 years. It was just about 5 years ago I learned I had this illness. So for so many years I really thought I would never be "normal" what ever that may be really. I missed a lot of special things in my kids lives due to turning to alcohol to try and medicate myself into thinking I was just like everyone else.
My struggles have been flared back up by several things that have happened over the last year. I am in the darkest of places right now and attempted suicide. I have never gotten to this point in my life where I felt this bad. I am going into get a new medication that will hopefully help and new coping skills. My story really could go on for days but for today I am glad I have your stories to read and comments because knowing your not alone does help.
I read your battle and just wanted to say Keep Fighting. You mentioned a suicide attempt and I pray you never get that feeling again. Please keep trying. PTSD is hard on all of us and we have to keep fighting. I fight ever day to get through and be there for my kids and wife. Trying to do the same for myself. My diagnosis was in , but the symptoms started years earlier unbeknownst to me. The first traumatic event being the death of my mother, when I was 5 years old. I am currently 59 years old.
I had no idea that trauma could be stored in the mind, body, spirit for such a long time. What's helping me to recover is energy healing, meditation and practicing mindfulness, along with talk therapy and a low dose anxiety regimen at night. This illness is by far my most challenging, but I am learning ways to help alleviate my symptoms.
It is worth a try for those who have not tried guided meditation. I believe in ot so much, I recently started working on putting together my own guided meditation that helps me and I believe it will help others. The music has helped a great deal to calm my mind. I am hoping to build a community of trauma survivors who have gone through similar events EMDR, PTSD, anxiety, depression in hopes of finding support and advice. Join me on my journey as I try to better understand my trauma and path to healing through personal blog posts, humor and hope at traumaqueenblog.
I'm with you sister! For yours I've gone from one label to another. First I had anxiety disorder, then I was an ACOA, adult child of an alcoholic, then I realized I was married to an abusive alcoholic and I was co-dependent, then in my 50s after obtaining 3 college degrees, having a 25 year career as a counselor and social worker, I fell apart. I was also dealing with my sons serious heroin addiction.
I started drinking to cope. And it didn't take long before I was now the Alcoholic, of course depressed as well. Recently, I turned 60 and my mother passed away Ali in the same month. I've been grieving and experiencing all kinds of emotions and had an ah ha moment that yes! There has been trauma after trauma after trauma in my life, and never was able to truly heal from one before another came along.
I dealt with most if it by keeping busy going to school, working, working out, and not feeling. Now I'm really beginning to feel and its good and scarey at the same time. I am so tired of labels. I have been in tons of therapy and o. Various medications. I have to have hope and keep going but it's not easy. Never knowing if I'm going to be able to have the energy to do something. But I'm not giving up. I liked reading your story. I really shows how PTSD can affect your life and how important it is to seek treatment. Thank you for sharing your story. I am 42 years old and finally got in tune with my diagnosis.
I was on and off with my therapy and meds. I brushed off the latest one which is PTSD. I now understood why I fear everything, why I isolate myself from people, I have sudden panic attacks, why I am extra vigilant. I couldn't drive far from my perimeters. I lost my career and even my identity.
I wonder specifically what behavioral therapy they gave you and what meds? How long did it take you to overcome it? I am about to go for diagnosis of PTSD. Looking back at my long life I realize that I have had it all throughout my life but could not acknowledge that I had mental illness because I would have had my military career ended if I had admitted it to a Doctor. There was so much stigma..
I retriggered throughout my life by a series of unfortunate and unexpected traumas, one of which involved exposure to a serial killer in addition to a subsequent loss of my partner and my trust in him. I don't feel safe and I feel rage. I am afraid of what I would do if I caught the culprit in the act.
At the same time I am hypervigilent to the point of ridiculous. I hear a noise and I have to check my car. I have thoughts of uneasiness and fear the second the sun goes down. I live alone. I feel out of control and on a very slippery slope. I am going down. Thankfully my appointment is 3 days away. I will be asking for help. I have found no help so far. I am seeing a clinical social worker but I am not feeling any better. I tried some medications but all it did was make me gain weight. I stopped it because my weight has been an up and down yo-yo.
I have gained 20 pounds and am panicking over that. Before taking Sertraline, prazosin for sleep, I was proud to say my weight was at a great number and I kept it off for over two years. Now I am struggling again to lose what I gained. It has caused my anxiety to be high due to my problems but have anxiety due to my weight.
My weight has depressed me that I just think there is nothing left. I am homeless, broke, no transportation, and really have nothing but my geriatric dog to live for. I think if something happens to her I have nothing. About 2weeks ago, Our car was shot up and my boyfriend died on the side of me.
I'm only 19, Never experienced anything like this. Everyday since then, it's been Soo hard to even just maintain daily activities. I could never understand why this happened.
He never got in trouble, loved his family, and stayed in church. Last thing I remember was him pushing me down and out the way. That is when he got shot. His mom was in the car too. Out of 20 to 30 rounds of bullets, he the only one got shot. This innovative text offers a unique viewpoint that will appeal to a wide audience of professionals and non-professionals from a variety of backgrounds. Yuko Kawanishi. What Does It Mean? The Marital and Parent Child Relationships. Other Dimensions of Family Interactions. Learning to Understand the New Reality of Illness. Accepting Reality. Sources of Strength.