I haven’t been as good at keeping up on this blog lately. I feel like I go through spurts of posts, then silence. Probably not good, but I feel like sometimes it’s life.
Generally speaking, most people, when they hear PTSD, at least have heard of it, if not know exactly what it is. But Complex PTSD? I haven’t ran into many people who even know it exists, let alone know what it is and the symptoms of it. It can be a hard thing to deal with, but it can also be hard to know how to care for someone who has it. I will just be speaking on it in terms of my own personal C-PTSD.
When I started this co-morbidity series, this was the subject I most wanted to write about, but I knew I had to give some background of the C-PTSD and what it meant to me before I could tell this. I’ve explained to the people in my life that, to no fault of their own, I see friendship in a very unhealthy manor, and considered all friends as very temporary. Let me explain.
In my past posts, I’ve mentioned having many friends decide that my mental health was too much to deal with, and left me for it. This caused me to bottle up what I was feeling almost all of the time. Bottling everything up felt like I was slowly being strangled. Then I started opening up.