It was June 9th,....I'm so happy we have a diagnosis now. They have started treatment & I hope I will be on the mend soon. I still have a lot of work ahead of me tho. PTSD doesn't come overnight & doesn't leave after a diagnosis.
The only part that's difficult, is I wished my Dad was here so I could have told him personally. He passed April 1st, and I'm having to differentiate the mourning I do for him, alongside the PTSD.
He's been my rock, along with other family members & friends, but the fact that I was his primary caregiver the last 5 years, he saw a lot of my tears, fears and upset. But he never wanted me to be scared. He would pray for me, say the rosary for me, talk with me endlessly and made sure I knew I was loved and would always be daddy's little girl. He would tell all his physcians that I was his guardian angel. Bc I never once let my PTSD interfere with his doctors appointments, therapy or filling his medications properly.
So I choose to think, maybe he had a hand in this....possibly asking God to help me. Sure do miss him.
Grateful daughter to have had the most loving tender guidance a father could give.
I'm seriously trying to count blessings since my diagnosis, bc I was so deep into despair, the little relief I've had since June 9th, to me is a small miracle. Still have some fear, that I may take steps backwards, bc I am mourning my dear father.