Monday mornings I get up and go into my office; not just to work on my book, but also to start working on an idea for my weekly blog. This week I was going to write about my surgery and how it went, but there’s something more interesting I want to share...
As you know I started building a platform around August of last year in order to get attention from a publisher and although I haven’t been able to find a publisher yet, it’s helped me in a way I never thought possible.
I’ve found a circle of friends that not only understand me, they are (just like) me! With these people, there is no need to explain when I’m being triggered because they get me; whether I’m feeling anxious, depressed, or in a full blown panic attack - they get me!
...A year ago I believed I was alone in my illness; that like I had been told, it was all in my head - no pun intended. I had lost all hope, and really believed the world would be a better place without me, but out of the darkness; came the light.
I started writing and sharing stories about my life and living with a mental illness, and now I have fellow sufferers/survivors in my life. They are gentle, kind and supportive, and they have given me something I had lost; HOPE.
Now I wake up every morning, get out of bed, turn on my computer and say GOOD MORNING to my PTSD family, instead of groaning at the hopelessness of life, and crawling back under the covers. I believe I’ve found a purpose and I want to live, so thank you (you know who you are!) for helping me to believe in myself again.
Stay safe, and stay strong. Thanks for all of your support, and thanks for following!