Emotional Triggers – Page 3 – Nancy Jean Walker

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Post # 38 – Finding the Positive in the Midst of Confinement, PTSD, and Isolation

By Nancy on September 5, 2015 • ( 1 Comment )

Up until a few months ago, although mainly confined to bed, Getting up to cook, wash my hair or shop happened only on days that I have a doctor appointment – real luxuries for me. However, my medical situation has worsened quite a bit. Now, getting out of bed can […]

Post #37 – PTSD – A Step Towards Healing

By Nancy on September 4, 2015 • ( 2 Comments )

When I was fifty-eight, sixteen years after Tropical Spastic Paraparesis paralyzed my legs among causing other painful symptoms, and confined for the most part to bed, I became suicidal. I could not endure another waking hour of suffering or another hellish nightmare invading my sleep. Deeply depressed at […]

Post #32 – The Broken Hip that Rescued Me from Myself Amidst Other Surprises

By Nancy on August 23, 2015 • ( 4 Comments )

It has been three years since I broke my left hip at the femoral neck. My life changed radically that day. Due to a blood clot the full length of the femoral vein in my thigh that occurred during surgery, my doctors not only confined me to bed, but […]

Post #28 – Self-Harming – My Secret

By Nancy on August 16, 2015 • ( Leave a comment )

I hid this secret for years because I still suffer episodes of harming myself when I’m deeply hurt or severely depressed. It’s a coping mechanism that I sometimes cannot control. My emotional pain becomes so overwhelming that I slap myself as hard as I can several times across my face or […]

Post #27 – Feeling Antsy, Aching for Freedom

By Nancy on August 16, 2015 • ( Leave a comment )

Lying here trying to will my legs to move. Arguing with them is futile. They refuse to obey me. I’m Krazy-glued to my bed. It makes me antsy. I want to jump out of this bed. I wish to feel my foot on the gas pedal of a […]

Post #23 – Living in the Aftermath of Sex Trafficking – Battling with Triggers

By Nancy on August 9, 2015 • ( 2 Comments )

I had already become an object because I could not act. Shane did not allow me. My “boyfriend” Rebel sold me to that brutal leader and his gang of ruthless sex traffickers one night during the winter of 1969 on a desolate street in New York City, one month after my […]