GAD, MDD, PTSD, C-PTSD, OCD, ADHD...these are my credentials in life. Weeeeeee! 🙃
Seriously, all of these diagnoses are in my medical record. But there is only ONE that is the true one...the common denominator...the one that rules them all. And that one is C-PTSD.
C-PTSD is "Complex PTSD"...and it is the root cause of my anxiety and depression. C-PTSD also presents like ADHD and stimulants help with symptoms of both, so it's not certain yet if I have ADHD, or if it was just complex trauma ruling my life all those years in school when I couldn't focus. Either way, I'm going after the traumas to get the bottom of my mental health issues. I'm tired of "mental health" even being part of my vocabulary. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow, or the rest of today, so I'm tired of living through my diagnoses. If I want to live over a hundred years, I need to rid my body of the trauma and stress it's holding onto. I need to rebalance my hormones after years of my body and mind being in "fight" mode. I need to take care of myself and hydrate and eat well. Because NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO DO IT FOR ME.
In the end, we are the only ones who can truly make the choice to change. Hard truth. It's taken me 41 years to get to the point where I'm ready to take the bull by the horns and get rid of my shit once and for all. But first I needed to really own it. Therapy, meds, support groups, trauma recovery centers (where I spent a month and a half this year) are useful in this journey, but they only do so much. Me, myself and I...I'm the only who can change myself.
So I'm here. I'm using those resources. I'm helping others while getting help myself. I'm doing my best. And I have a goal for myself. I can see her, within my reach...and she's glowing, mentally stable and content.
Thank you all for being here.❤️