Once again, I can totally relate! Therapy is not easy. It was one of the hardest things I ever did. I thought it showed that I was a weakling. WRONG!!!! You have to have guts to face the truth of your life!

Along the way I found out that a diagnosis is not always an exact science, and what one doc will say, or what one test will reveal, doesn't give anyone a blueprint to their healing.

And for me and my experience, the dx - when all was said and done - didn't really matter. I was hurt. I was broken. I needed someone to hear my story and help me get my life back. To me, it didn't matter what the "dx code" was. I spent a third of my life in a "traumatic childhood" environment, a third of my life in denial, and now this third of my life trying to heal so that I can live without the ghosts. Don't waste any more time, thickntired. You are so worth it!

For me, the healing came down to the supportive therapeutic relationship, the actual journey of retelling the stories until I could file them somewhere. Oh, and my stubborn, bull-headed determination!

I've been dealing with Complex PTSD and DDNOS, and all the dx's in-between for what feels like a lifetime. Am I 100% healed? Nope! But I will happily take the 80%!

There is hope. There is light at the end of the tunnel.

I wish you a speedy - yet very fulfilling journey!