crawling forth, beyond ptsd


the swamp

if ptsd is a swamp, just say, a heavy-gravity, venomous, creature-laden scary-zone, then shit!

know, its primal being is to pull you down, suck us under and digest, forget about each of us instantly—burp, no questions allowed.

to be writing this, holding this, seeing this and knowing ...

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inside ptsd, mere survival


survival

survival is a beautiful word, and mere survival is vastly under-appreciated... for me at least, by those i've met who've never been hair-trigger from death, who've never been thrown from sleep and violated in nightmares.

mere survival is bodymind living to take another breath—celebrate that ...

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one day—the daylight part—inside ptsd


the day hits

sometimes it hits hard, a 3am nightmare contorted into its own pain, vigil from then till dawn, jagged sleep broken by 6am mechanisms—a half step behind the rest of humanity before eyes are fully open. None of this forgives the day's duties, of course, nor ...

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inside ptsd, more than a recollection, part 2


to recap

in our last episode, we were recounting the extreme totality of the flash back experience i have 14feb2015 west of chicago. i was 19 again, fleeing, always scared, driving, scanning the horizons and sky about for haven, safety, a corner i could defend myself in.

i'm 51 ...

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inside ptsd, the addiction episode, part 5


space

space is the final frontier, whether you go in our out.

ps, anxiety is depression on speed, and i can't even quantify how much i crave spaciousness. my whole body does, like i need a huge container to safely decompress from ptsd in.

thing is, though, knowing that ...

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