Perhaps because it is Christmas, I dream of every member of my family - the ones I would like to see again and the ones whom I would just as soon forget entirely. In my dreams, they come back to me and we re-fight the same battles from which was born my Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Winter is here. The snow is deeper with each passing hour, and twice as deep for those of us with half as much shelter. I have seen this snow before, confronting it with wings and not pelts.
Tradewinds are fickle as the human constitution. What goes up does come down . . . somewhere.
December 25, 2007
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This winter has been rather difficult on me as well, tis the season I guess. As we edge closer toward the Holidays, is it not supposed to be about family? Perhaps that's why they rejoin you.
I use to have post traumatic stress syndrome up until my early twenties. It seemed my Dad would return to inflict domestic violence upon my mom once again. I would awake in a sweat, and then one day it went away, and he became powerless to me.
Yes, I've thought that might be why I'm dreaming about so many family members just now.
I'm glad you've been able to overcome so much PTSD.
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