In the past an upcoming doctor’s appointment might flair my anxiety. My mind would dwell on all the possible outcomes so that I could prepare for what may come. We all know I would have circled the dark outcomes. This morning I woke up surrounded by love. In the arms of my love. In Michigan …
Still Here
One of the worst parts of having CPTSD is knowing a conversation is too much, being incapable of saying that and just experiencing it like an extension of trauma. All while going through therapy to deal with whatever trauma caused the shit in the first place. All while loud sounds have you jumping out of …