My Post-Abuse Life, Eight Years Later

I was "born" 8 years ago. Or is that "reborn"? The day I left {that situation}, I felt as vulnerable as a newborn, thrust into a life that I had to start from scratch. I was finally in control of what happened to me but, unlike a newborn, I had to start with negative voices … Continue reading My Post-Abuse Life, Eight Years Later


Dealing with Long-Term Abuse-Related Anxiety

If you asked me to pinpoint the cause of my anxiety, I would say it had a lot to do with my father being a dysfunctional human being. Is that harsh? Absolutely. But to understand where I'm coming from, you have to understand just how toxic my father was. In my opinion, he should never have … Continue reading Dealing with Long-Term Abuse-Related Anxiety

Word{s} Of the Day: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder {Reblogged}

For my post today, I’m reposting a piece I wrote on Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder in January 2015.

The only things that I would like to add to what I’ve previously written is that:

  • I’m no longer in counseling.
  • I’m now in a relationship with my high school sweetheart and he has helped me immensely when it comes to dealing with panic attacks and PTSD episodes by giving me comfort, understanding, and patience.
  • I strongly recommend that, if you suffer from PTSD/panic attacks, you do what you feel necessary to eliminate known external triggers in your life. I’m so much happier for doing this.

As always, we’re here to help. ❤

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In trying to work through some of the things I experienced in my past, I have regular sessions with a crisis counselor. Together, we plan to brainstorm ideas on how to effectively manage the stress-related symptoms that these experiences still manifest, even now.

I always knew that healing was going to be a long process and vowed to not rush myself through it just because “enough time has passed”. Yes, I want to move on from what happened to me, but recent conversations detailing my more traumatic experiences have shown me that I am still extremely affected by the memories.

When I talk about certain aspects of the abuse, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. Additionally, my breathing becomes somewhat restricted and my hands feel like ice cubes. I feel “fidgety” as the anxiety takes over. Certain things still trigger flashbacks…and probably will for a long time.


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