To all of you out there, living in the foxholes of hell that PTSD has created in your loved ones, your soldier's life, in your life. To all of you out there dodging the motor rounds of insanity, rage, violence, verbal or physical abuse. Silently screaming, silently crying the tears of the tormented, silently going insane, sucked into that black hole, that vortex of isolation that PTSD in your loved one created. A vacum of his/her reality. In the valley of decision, should I stay or should I go? In the land of shoulda, woulda, coulda's..... Watching your PTSD loved ones insanity rage abuse bleeding into all aspects of your childrens, grandchildrens lives, like a frog in boilng water, you find yourself cooked to death, yet still walking, the walking dead.
I extend to you a hand of healing, a hand of friendship, a hand of support. Let us not battle this alone, but in a safe place offering up our sacrifices of pain in a safe place to each other.
I have been battling this demon for 35 yrs, I will share in later articles my struggles, pain, wrestling w/God on the WHY'S of it all, and ultimitely offer some resolution and closure to pain, suffering, and why it is so important to come to the revelation, that THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT. I am still married, yes you wonder why? I am an intelligent, very smart woman,yet have made some very wrong choices, that have affected all the dynamics of my family.
This is an introductory article. The PTSD I am waging war with comes from Viet Nam, there are those of you out there, waging the same PTSD same demon, different war....the crippling effects are always the same for us who are living w/it, always on the outside of society looking in. Wondering if people can tell that we are barely surviving, barely breathing. Trying to act normal. (What's that?)
My goal is to offer support, empathy and yes total validaty for all of you out there suffering and daily walking through this nightmare. There is healing, there is comfort and there is a fix to all these broken pieces.
Together let us journey towards that destination. Even if your PTSD loved ones do not EVER get help, look for help, or acknowledge they even need help. Do this for you, for your kids, for all of us out there that deserve to live life abundantly as God has intended for us live. In Peace, Love and Happiness. It is real and it is God's Will you find this peace and wholeness for yourselves, for your kids.