That's definitely true. After my PTSD diagnosis I told two close friends, but now after struggling for a few years I can tell they are not interested in hearing about it. It is 'too much' and they wonder why I'm not 'better' yet.

Whenever I think to myself that my life is hopeless, that I have no one to rely on or trust, I can now remind myself that I trust and depend on T, and he's there for me. I would be lost without that light in the dark.