I live and heal with a diagnosis of PTSD, bipolar, Borderline personality, anxiety and depression. These are the side effects of trauma. It wasn’t the pills that made life hard to live, instead it was all the events by the hands and words of people I loved that led up to it.
My speech is impaired to the point others regularly finish my sentences. A simple conversation becomes a game of charades. Night mares and night terrors resulting from the horrors of abuse. Socially inept, awkward from the isolation and manipulation of past relationships. Deeper beneath the scars and wounds that people can see, lies a power with a purpose greater than the pain. My life, passions, creativity, and well being resurfacing. Healing is a life long process I am confident in the strength I possess to overcome these side effects.
Continuing this Journey in spite of those who closed the casket, while I still had breath. I decided my life was worth living. Rose up out of the dirt and told death, Not yet.
Author Christy Angelette 