Struggling with anxiety and some lovely genes I carried from my parents, depression, my sad lonely days comes so naturally to me… It’s as easy as breathing; can be triggered by things many consider ordinary.
To top this condition I have something called PTSD due to over two decades of my young life I lived in war torn country of Iraq also a Kurdish person in Arab dominated country being systematically eliminated by the regime of the former leader of Iraq.
Simple events like Halloween fire crackers during the night to this day triggers my PTSD symptoms… It’s not as paralyzing as it used to be.
Reliving fearful moments of the past hurt my mind hurt my soul. Meditation, therapy, loving family members who knows me well, friends that care about me, a loving husband who knows exactly when I need a hug, and most of all the choices I make that can distance me from what hurts me and what brings me closer to what pleases me. Blogging about my story helps as well.
I take it one day at a time and see the beauty in what many see as ordinary.
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