I’m a bit down at the moment.This week really has been a bit of a challenge for me. Aches, pains, soreness, feeling washed out, struggling to rise in the morning. A continual pattern that I wish would just disappear. But no such luck. The heaviness, like a weight on my shoulders, I struggle to carry. The soreness feels like I’m being squeezed in a vice. The ever present symptoms that choose to pervade my mere existence. Interfering with my everyday life to one degree or another. It’s unpredictable. Never lets me know. It’s a battle to show up, in the new day. But it always has its way. A never ending fray and total dismay.
It’s common knowledge that people who have experienced some kind of trauma in their lives suffer with PTSD symptoms. This has become far recognized and I know from my own experience. The symptoms that I describe are that of Fibromyalgia and I have learned that this condition is experienced by many coming from a past of sexual abuse. It’s one of many PTSD symptoms that I have recognized and trying to come to terms with in myself. Symptoms within symptoms. Living on my own I struggle to even do the basics of taking care of myself personally and practically. Will I ask for help? No. I don’t want to be a burden to anyone, it’s bad enough having to cope with myself.
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