So I’m home alone while my partner is gone for the week, dog sitting for his parents. I had just reheated some pasta for my dinner and wanted to put something on that wasn’t going to need a big emotional investment from me, so I went to comedies on Prime and ended up selecting No […]Read More No strings attached.
When you’re young you have such firm ideas of how life should go. What age makes you a grown up, what it is that grown ups do.. houses, kids, marriages, jobs. I was so convinced that by my mid 20’s I would be a mother. All my life I’ve been great with kids, the go […]Read More Am I lost?
I’m not sure if I’ve really mentioned this other than in my PTSD specific posts, but I have been signed off work since the end of January/beginning of Feb. I’m a little hazy on the specific date but it was around that time. I’d been struggling mentally for a while, and though I was already […]Read More Return to work
June is post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) Awareness Month. In the UK it is believed that 1 in 3 people will have experienced a traumatic event in their life. PTSD can affect anyone who has been exposed to a traumatic event – an event which provoked fear, helplessness, or horror in response to the threat […]Read More PTSD Awareness Month
I wanted to go out somewhere nice with the dog, somewhere we would have to drive to so we could both be in nature and have fun exploring. The weather is certainly good for it, though me being me I’d have to lather on the factor 50 before we left. I woke up to my […]Read More Not the Sunday I was expecting.
Opening up was difficult after holding everything in for so long, but it was also freeing to finally tell someone. It was an emotional conversation, I cried, we cuddled together, and once I was done speaking we stayed that way for a while. I was physically and mentally drained, and I can’t imagine how it […]Read More New diagnosis, acknowledging and asking for help with PTSD – part two.
Around fifteen years ago, I was on a night out with my friends. My drink was spiked, and I was sexually assaulted. I remember some parts of the evening but have lost large periods of time that I don’t know if I’ll ever remember entirely. The assault was reported to the police, and my mum […]Read More New diagnosis, acknowledging and asking for help with PTSD.