PTSD

[manyofus]

A week
Of mourning
Sadness
and tears
Listing emotions
Revisiting fears
Inside ptsd
It’s a place
You never want to wander
Flashbacks
Unorganised
Becomes like a career
It’s life changing
Life limiting
But we don’t discuss this
Ptsd is like living
With an extra organ or limb
That doesn’t function doesn’t work
It’s irrational and lonely
And touch is hard to accept
But I am also dying for you to hold me
Trust
Is too
Something ptsd controls
Who do you go to?
Where can you talk?
And
When you are sad
Sometimes it’s a relief
Because it’s better
Than a flare up
From ptsd.

[earthhorse]

So sorry you are suffering Manyofus. But we really relate to your poem and it makes us feel seen and understood.

The sadness, the grief it can only happen we find when our system has some relief has found a way through some trauma and can feel again. It's still so painful but better than the terror or the deadness. Or yes all you describe.

Thank you for sharing.

Take loving care,

EH

[manyofus]

thanks, EH!
I appreciate the support!
I'm glad someone else relates to what I wrote.
xoxo