When I was chatting with a work friend about his garage I mentioned that mine was cluttered and messy. He had offered to come help me clean it up. I felt a bit cornered because the mess out there is a sore spot for me. Stupidly, I decided to be more forthcoming about why it's a mess and basically told him I'd been diagnosed with PTSD several years ago after the fire and that the garage was a trigger for me and that it's just stressful for me. His response felt really dismissive. He said I needed to put on some loud music and have fun and that I should leave the past behind me and move forward. If I could do that, I would. I now feel like people think I'm weak and stupid and that the fire was just no biggie. Hardly anyone knows what happened and my mental health struggles and I'm not going to try and open up with anyone going forward.