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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.

</div></font></blockquote><font class="post"> in keeping with doing the best one can we're posting now to say how much we appreciated this post when we first read it. Had meant to post to this thread but then took a leave from the site for a short time to freak out and take care of things and before you know it we're in August.....mid August no less!

A clear, concise telling of a most challenged life and a brilliant wisdom earned by one who has fought so hard. A warrior of life.

Namaste.