PTSD
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My thoughts scared me at times, but I wasn’t going to give in. I wasn’t going to give E the satisfaction of breaking me to the point I cut myself, or worse. I wasn’t going to let any of the monsters from my past win, and I certainly wasn’t going to act selfishly, and potentially…
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One morning, M woke up living the bachelor life, and that night he went to bed with me and my dog as his new roommates. My ex had finally scared me enough to flee the state, and seek safety in another. I didn’t tell anyone why I fled. Shame kept my mouth shut. I was…
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If you’re anything like me, you associate PTSD with our military. Those brave men and women who witness things we can never imagine. They keep us safe, they sacrifice their lives for ours. It makes sense that they would come home with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Then I received that diagnosis. I was horrified, and…
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E molded me into a submissive slave. He taught me early on, in the friendship stage, not to argue with him. If I, or anyone for that matter, had a differing opinion, or dared to tell him he was wrong about something, he would come back with ‘It’s because I’m a man, isn’t it?!’, or…
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When I first started seeing my last psychologist, I couldn’t stand him. He was the complete opposite of me in personality. Where I was emotional, dramatic, and spoke in metaphors, he was logic, reality, truth, and straightforward. I kept seeing him only because he provided me an out. For one whole hour, I could escape…
Objectively Truthful 