21/10/2021
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Some days can be fu***ng wild š
Here I am, smiling my ass off yesterday and by 6pm that night Iād be crying pushing the pushchair; hiding under my hood , while walking along the road.
Not āgoodā wild.
The s**tty thing about cPTSD is that triggers can be near on anything and can hit you out of nowhere.
The accompanying grief, like waves, can knock you on your ass if youāre not looking; take you under and give you a bit of a shake.
I slept terribly, mind filled with everything that I could possibly criticise about myself; the past; and every effort Iāve ever made.
This morning, oddly rested, I felt better.
Lighter.
Like I needed that storm to clear out some old janky beliefs and stored up feelings.
I had a great day and I saw how good a job Iām doing and how blessed I am. I was able to support someone through some tough emotions, spend time with wonderful friends and a lovely afternoon with Ruby; after having had a wonderful swim and writing session in the morning.
Healing and understanding yourself doesnāt mean that you donāt have bad days or avoid getting completely knocked for six.
When these days come, I feel like Iām back at square oneā¦
But in understanding myself; how my body and mind respond; I release, as much as I can, control of the situation to let it flow over me.
I come back quicker. I lose less energy.
I experience fewer flare ups. The lows are shorter. I trust myself more.
I also understand that to be told to not overthink, or be more positive is deeply ableist.
Iāve gained so much more self acceptance and understanding since learning of my neurodivergence. It feels like it eggs on the aspects of cPTSD.
When Iām going through a tougher time, it feels like ADHD makes my short term memory shockingly poor and OCD compulsions ramp up. Autistic masking and scripting means often youāll never know⦠Unless you catch me mid meltdown.
And yes, I do have a habit of over pathologising my existence and experience.
Slowly, Iām letting go and starting to feel much more freedom.
Because I decided that instead of being confined by any perceived limits, theyāve always been there and Iām fabulous. So there.
Reintegration is the s**z.