I want to wrap my mind and myself in a soft, comfy jacket, cover it with honey and hang out in a room with puppies, feeling the happy, drooling puppy breath that brings smiles from oozing love.
I want to naturally exhale after taking a deep breath, not having to consciously remind myself to breathe, as I come out a flashback or feel contracted from getting triggered.
I want to ease the pain in my body that I know is not really there.
I want to be able to have a conversation with someone and not feel like I’m standing behind a scrim of safety because, at this time of year, trust is at a premium.
I have to remember that this week is just a glitch and sometimes I will find myself sliding into the abyss of PTSD.
I know that even though I am waning in the strength of mind, body, and emotion right now, I am still (and always will be) mega-tons stronger than any perpetrator that harmed me physically, mentally, emotionally or spiritually!
It’s been a cloudy week of PTSD!
Thank you for reading my memoir, Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph