Coping During Trauma Moments.

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“The truth is, what feels like your crucifixion doesn’t have any quick fixes, only slow movements in a never-ending dance.

Time or words alone can’t always soothe the wounds that can’t be put into language.

Trauma can speak in a foreign tongue and weave its code into every cell – this is the type of pain where the body and the mind both keep the score.

Sometimes the only band-aids you have are platitudes mixed with the raw truth.

Those days where you feel like you won’t survive and the days where you learn you can, and all the beautifully horrific moments in between.”

An edited excerpt from; Read This During The Worst Moments Of Your Life | Thought Catalogue

Like No Lover Ever Did.

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“Windows slammed shut; curtains drawn together, the pounding chaos of the world retreats into out-there.

Daggers of past pain blocked by layers of glass and fabric. The land of crazy-making finally dulled to a harmless roar.

Silly yammering from the TV spills out ironic normalcy.

A blanket’s softness wraps around, warming her like no lover ever did.

Dimmed lights issue a calm that settles, easing her pounding heart.

Sweet baby offers comfort, love, and purrs of content and companionship.

The time finally slows down to a repetitive, peaceful, tic; no longer spinning out of control.”

-©2018itstimetogethonest.com

The Sins You Didn’t Commit.

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“One day, when it stops.

When you finally feel safe,
it will all fall apart.

Screaming for attention,
it rises like bile.

Crushing your mind,
your strength,
your heart.

Memories previously sweet,
erupt into brutalities.

Your life, perceived reality,
shatter into gaslit deceits.

Next, comes the dark.
Bringing self-hate, shame,
and guilt.

For all the sins you didn’t commit.”

-(c) 2018 itstimetogethonest.com

Overwhelmingness.

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The sometimes, seemingly out of the blue, it’s as if I start to shut down. Maybe because everything has become too much again, I don’t know why. But a completely overwhelming coma-like fog washes over and through me. I can’t get up, sit up, remember things, think straight, or do anything. I feel myself sucked into this state, unable to fight it no matter how hard I try. It’s horrible and horrifying. It’s my life with PTSD. 

-itstimetogethonest.com 2018

Edited and printed by permission from original author.

Perhaps You Don’t Know.

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“Perhaps you don’t know that inside me is an angry tiger clawing and snarling it’s way up through every nerve and fibre.
Perhaps you don’t know that the weight of the air on my skin feels like a storm thundering across me like a disease.
Perhaps you don’t know that each day’s sameness brings desperation that knows no bounds.
Perhaps you don’t know that my name is anxiety and although I may look like a person, I’m not.
I’m pain.” – itstimetogethonest 2018