SkyBdark

PTSD is something that will always linger in ones' mind. Mine is like watching a scary movie, only it's a movie with me as the star. It isn't a pleasent ordeal that's for sure. After my car accident in 1993 the scary movies kept popping up everywhere I'd go. I remember being at a supermarket tryint to find the right dog food, when I looked up to the top shelf and wham! There was this gray haired, huge man with thick rimmed glasses peering down at me. It was his gruesome smile that I couldn't stop seeing. I froze, for how long I don't know. I just remember the tugging on my wrist. When I turned to see who was doing the tugging, the huge man disappeared.
I thought, OMG, I'm scizophernic! I went to see a doctor and he told me that I wasn't a scizophernic, but I have bipolar and PTSD. It's been nearly 11 years that I've had a problem going outside my own home. I just can't stop the scary movies from popping up when I do. I'm so sorry that you too suffer from this horrible symptom, SkyBdark. My heart goes out to you and I hope one day the nightmares disappear from your thoughts and you can, once again, enjoy this beautiful world that has so much to offer. Take care and good luck.
BabyDoe

The world is a huge puzzle and we, humankind, are the pieces of this puzzle. I wish we all could work together to find our proper places then the world would be a big beautiful masterpiece.