There is no cure for LIFE. Trauma is life. Life is traumatic. There's nothing to be done for that. In a sense, trauma is like childbirth, and PTSD is like motherhood. Once it happens, youre done for. It can never be undone. You are forever changed. But that's supposed to happen.

Some say trauma is an initiation. Our ancestors used to set up challenging situations for young people to overcome, to get them to a new stage of development. Considering how annoying I find the unscathed relative to PTSD folk, I see why our ancestors did that. "Go live in the woods alone for six weeks, then come back and tell your elders how to manage!"

There's no cure for growing up. No cure for motherhood. No cure for old age. No cure for mortality.

There are cures for the symptoms we develop. Conventional medicine doesn't know them. Doesn't mean they don't exist. Conventional medicine took it's time learning that chicken soup with garlic can knock a cold. So be careful when they say no cure. They will still equivocate and say chicken soupl only alleviates symptoms and perhaps thus reduces the perception of the duration of symptoms. Whatevah.

Break your condition down into its component symptoms and begin to look for ways to relieve those symptoms.

Be open minded. I got more relief from an eight dollar bottle of an amino acid from a health food store(lasts months) than from hundreds of dollars a month in psychiatric medicine this with weekly medicine adjustment. An ayurvedic diet has also been very helpful. It's not something I would ordinarily believe could work for PTSD.

You will get as much symptom relief from eliminating things that make you worse, such as caffeine and unnecessary stimulants, too much sugar and white flour, and clutter as you get from taking tablets, even the right ones.

Living well after having had PTSD symptoms may mean changing your life around. It may mean you can't drink coffee all day. It that so terrible? Or you have to have an early bedtime. Some things may never change. You may never quite like noisy football stadiums. Don't confuse PTSD with growing up, or growing old, or simply changing. Choose your battles wisely.

I've been chronic. It's been sad. At fifty, after thirty years of this, I see change. I don't worry much about who I might have been. (oops)