What It’s Like Living with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

The Aftermath of PTSD & How I cope.

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I just finished listening to a recorded audio of my most recent therapy session. This audio is a story of a traumatic memory with my father when I was nineteen years old.

I put my headphones in and sit with my eyes closed as I listen to the audio of myself sharing this story with my therapist.

In the audio I hear myself sob in sadness as I re-imagine the experience.

I hear my voice crack in fear as we get to parts of it where I felt terror.

I can feel my body start to slouch and tighten.

It feels like I am there again and it’s so scary.

Why am I doing this? Did it really happen that way?

These are questions I have asked myself numerous time.

It is painful but I am committed to healing from these stories and these memories.

So for the next ten weeks I will be replaying audios of my therapy sessions every day. In my sessions I will repeat a story of a traumatic memory for forty minutes.

We record my SUDS level which is basically a meter of how high my symptoms of PTSD are, 0 being the lowest and 100 being the max of panic and fear.

This is a new style of therapy I am trying called prolonged exposure therapy.

The idea is to basically wear them out so much that they are just a story rather than an experience I am reliving again and again every time I tell it.

I am honestly tired of living with post-traumatic stress disorder.

I have been in therapy since I was six years old. I remember telling my first grade teacher that my parents were fighting.

She sent me straight to the school counselor, Ms. Mag and there began my journey of therapy.

I have post-traumatic stress disorder from childhood trauma. You don’t have to be a war veteran to be diagnosed with PTSD.

Trauma can be sexual, non-sexual, experiencing abuse, violence, war, witnessing a tragedy and/or even listening to someone’s story of trauma.

Because of my childhood trauma of violence, abuse, sexual trauma I have grown up to be a very fearful person. I lack trust and it takes me a long time to warm up to strangers. I don’t let people in easily and I want to change that.

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In the past it has been easier to isolate, numb, push people away and fill myself up with work and superficial relationships.

Being alone seemed safer than building relationships.

I avoided anyone who reminded me of my childhood or of my father.

I would spend more than I could afford or drink more than I needed. I would date as a way to fill a void and distract myself from my self.

I suffered with nightmares of the sexual trauma with my father for years.

Every night he would haunt me in my dreams. I would wake up screaming, kicking and crying.

I suffer by overreacting to people’s tones of voices. I am sensitive to how people speak to me.

I misinterpret their intentions and fear they will try to hurt me. I can take things very personally.

When I get triggered I fear people will abandon me so my body shuts down.

I have a hard time communicating what it is that is really bothering me.

I have to fill out worksheets on my triggers and rate them.

Are my thoughts reality based? Factual? Is there evidence for what I am feeling to be true? Or is it a story in my head? Am I triggered?

I manage my symptoms through consistency and support.

I have started to find some freedom from these traumatic memories. They still come up but I am learning how to live with them differently.

Sometimes the memories feel like they take up tons of space in my mind. I feel weak and defeated.

And other times I am finding that I can live with them and feel empowered.

I think this has truly been one of my life-savers. Telling my story and healing from trauma has been a duty for myself and others.

Through this journey I am realizing that I am not alone and that there are so many people who will light the way if I can’t find my own.

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Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light. — Norman B. Rice

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Self-help & mental health writer. Can't do small talk. Mama. Yogi. Coffee lover. Nature explorer. Get my free meditation mini-course here: www.emilystroia.com

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