My trauma was life altering, but not life-ending. Nearly 12 years of PTSD changed everything. But eventually, I had to decide whether I wanted to keep surviving or start living again. I want a life bigger than my fear. 🖤
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My trauma was life altering, but not life-ending. The PTSD made nearly 12 years of my life a living nightmare. But I feel like I came out the other side stronger. More resilient. And I feel like, without the trauma, I wouldn't be the person I am today. You can't glorify and wash away the bad. But you can't make new memories and a life without taking chances again. Without living again. And I want to live. I don't want to stay locked in my house, afraid to leave my porch. Why prolong that life? It's a no-brainer to me. Surviving isn't the same as living. Sometimes healing means deciding you're ready to live again. Join me for: Dark humour. Cats. Trauma, addiction, fiction, and more.