Post Traumatic Stress Disorder & Severe Anxiety...
Have you been diagnosed with PTSD? Are you experiencing enormous amounts of added stresses that exacerbate your condition and make you feel anxious all the time?
PTSD is a medical disorder that sadly has profound effects on the individuals life. I recently found out, by one of my provider's that panic attacks can even occur when we are sleeping. I never knew this but it explained why I get up in the middle of the night feeling like my breathing has stopped and I need air. I sleep with a fan in my face year round for aging reasons so I'm getting plenty of air. I also participated in a sleep study to ensure that I did not have Sleep Apnea but I don't.
Waking up like this is very scary and at times I'm afraid of falling asleep. I'm glad that I mentioned it to one of my psychiatrists because not knowing what was happening was inducing even more discomfort and anxiety.
When we are the victims of traumatic experiences and/ or are re-traumatized life can become so uncomfortable but please keep in mind that; If, we were strong enough to survive the traumatic experience/s we are all the more powerful in our continued efforts to heal!
Our faith will be tested as well as our self worth but don't waiver my friends because we are survivors and this too will be an opportunity for us to show just how passionate we are about deserving meaningful lives.
Hugs,
Roxie ~
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I haven't had PTSD but knew a neighbour who had he was a very good man but slowly started isolating himself from others and began shutting himself in... It hurt so much watching him change, he refused to take therapy , now he lives with his mother in LA. But to this day i pray for him...
I have another friend with PTSD. She was doing so wonderfully but I fear her therapist messed her life up.
In fact, now, I cannot trust therapists. Frankly, the ones who accept our insurance are nasty and rather strange.
Better but sooo tired. Much homework and kid work.
It is the pressure. School is tough now. Bought joke couch roaches for ice cubes in my husbands drink, running cockroaches, and... fart spray. My youngest son really wanted this and it actually is so childish it cheers me up.
My PTSD is purposely triggered by my husband but this year I fought back. Hah!
I do not know.
It is truly such a waste of energy. She sends carrots to me...ugly gifts and money to my children whom she has stated she dislikes strongly...
I truly do not know. Oh yes, school is overwhelming me as is life.
What I worry about is that my Sociology says memory is integral to being. I have very little memory, the rest I keep locked. Now my daily memory is vanishing.