I haven't posted here in awhile, I guess because after two years of individual and group therapy I thought I was supposed to be all better but here I am again. Will this feeling of being all f*cked up ever end? Some days are better than others but its like I rate it according to levels of f*ckedupness, like even when I'm having a relatively good day there's always this anxiety that the balance could tip into feeling all screwed up. The irony is that the anxiety about this by itself is enough to tip the balance. I recognize that this is a PTSD thing, and in therapy I've been given strategies to ground myself but its pretty hard to come out of it when I'm in it, know what I mean? I wish I could take preventions but I don't even see it coming most the time. Anyways that's what's happening with me.
Love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.