#ptsd recovery
I never had a childhood, or the chance to be innocent, that was ripped away. I never had the chance to know how it felt to be truly loved and validated, how to grow up healthy and experience the joys of it. I missed out, I was fucking robbed and I grew up a broken, empty shell that I am only now learning how to fill.
Credit to chuckdrawsthings. Just found these hilarious.
Sending love to those struggling
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I am so bummbed guys I finally upgraded my phone this past week and I do not know my password for this account…I have been logged into this on an app in my phone for almost 3 years and before that I used to get on my lap top, haha I have had this account for a while. So I cannot recover my password for an email account I stopped using 5 years ago…so I am so sorry but I had to make a new account. This was actually my second blog under this account but my new one is my personal account but it’s still all about PTSD and my experience with that. Hopefully this will actually be more helpful for me in terms of maintaining the blog and keeping up with everyone’s questions and positive words. I may or may not check in on this account just because I still have my old phone connected through WiFi. I hope you all are doing your best right now and I hope I can continue to help as many of you as I can! here is the link for my new account @tones-of-home
I’m no ones first choice, not even second, and that really sucks.