Description: A journey through darkness. Several years ago I was diagnosed with Complex PTSD (C-PTSD). This blog is a story of that unfinished journey.
I grew up in a physically and mentally abusive home. It was during a time that no one said anything about what happened at home. In the idyllic southern town I grew up in, everyone was taught to mind their own business. If screams were heard, nothing was said. My father was talented at leaving marks that others could not see. Those bruises healed over time. He left other marks no one could see. Those have never healed.
I survived those days. Since then, I have functioned throughout life but never thrived. Although, I have been highly successful and driven in my work, I started to realize something was not right. The people around me seemed to live a different life – a more full life. Several years ago I was diagnosed with Complex PTSD (C-PTSD). This was the answer I had been seeking.
This blog is a story of that unfinished journey, how that journey started out, and where I hope to end up one day. I am still on the path of recovery and healing. I struggle daily. By day I fight thoughts of suicidal ideation . By night I fight my other demons. Things are slowly getting better. It just takes time. A lot of time. Through it all, I maintain a hope of one day completing this journey.