I am disabled. I have Complex PTSD and also chronic physical illness challenges.

I am not able to keep a job, or continue with my education, as I would like. I did earn my B.A. And I do keep my mind as sharp as I can with my own studies.

My symptoms are many.

I am grateful that in my 30s I landed in therapy, with an excellent therapist. I've since then moved several times, and worked with other therapists, some not so good, some great. I also read quite a bit on related subjects.

I have a small life, a simple life. Crafted from sweat and tears, from the great amorphous mass of fight or flight, from many painful and glorious adventures.

I say I have a small life, by that I do not mean it is a bad life. If I compare myself to what I think others have, I would be fully symptomatic and lost. What I do is work to find appreciation and gratitude for what I do have.

My son, my wonderful son, is an adult now. His life is by no means easy, yet he is a caring soul, compassionate, and wise beyond his years.

21 years ago I finally cut off all contact with those who tried to kill me in their varied ways. Since then I have surely made some mistakes in my choice of love and companionship. I figure this is all part of life and the living of it.

Although I have a small life, a simple life........I believe in my self worth. That belief is a star I hold on to, because truly, I don't always really believe it.

I do the best I can.

Sarah