12/03/2025
Recovering my life from c-PTSD, some days the symptoms win. Today there was no “overcoming” the feelings, and honestly, I know that trying to overcome them only prolongs the process. But damn, the worthlessness, shame, sadness, grief, discouragement, and defeat that come rolling in can feel so overwhelming. And unwelcome, I don’t LIKE those feelings, I don’t LIKE facing them and coaching myself through to the other side, I don’t LIKE that this is my reality so often. So if the best I can do today is cry in the bathtub and smoke some herb until I can fog out the demons, then dammit, I’m proud of me for that effort. 💕 one goddamn day at a time, one hour, one minute. I know I’m worth whatever effort I can find to give. Even if that effort doesn’t look like much. Swim.
