PTSD – Nancy Jean Walker – Loving Life Fully

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Post #65 – PTSD – Triggers Topple Like Dominoes – So I Created a Trigger Log to Recapture My Joy

By Nancy on November 22, 2022 • ( Leave a comment )

It baffles me how quickly joy can turn into sorrow, but once again, I find myself drowning in a pit of despair because of one well-intentioned but misspoken word, at least to me, when it was simply an innocent remark. Trigger: hypersensitivity to certain words toss me into […]

Post #261 – Self-Harm – My Secret

By Nancy on October 31, 2018 • ( 3 Comments )

Post #249 – Screw You PTSD Triggers & A Poem

By Nancy on May 19, 2018 • ( 6 Comments )

Triggers are stealthy. An image, a song, a smell, a flashback, etcetera, happen suddenly. Assaults are like bullets flying over my head. In that moment my whole world changes and it takes me time to readjust. PTSD often lingers for a lifetime. I wrote the poem below as […]

Post #210 – PTSD, Triggers – Memoir

By Nancy on March 8, 2017 • ( 6 Comments )

When I was fifty-eight, sixteen years after Tropical Spastic Paraparesis paralyzed my legs,

Post #196 – My Struggles with PTSD, Depression, Faith, and Maintaining a Smile

By Nancy on January 22, 2017 • ( 6 Comments )

THEN

Post #155 – Climbing out of a Black Pit – Poem

By Nancy on October 17, 2016 • ( 17 Comments )

Uninspired Lost in muck and mire Climbing my way out of the pit Without a rope Pulling my paralyzed body Up with my hands Slipping and sliding Blood dripping Grasping jagged rocks No ceiling above me I see the light If I keep at it The light will […]

Post #154 – Sunday Spotlight – Encouragement

By Nancy on October 16, 2016 • ( Leave a comment )

The Spotlight today is on this passage from the above book This book is written to the ill and disabled. The soldier is the incapacitated person. “Soldiers may be wounded in battle and sent to hospital. A hospital isn’t a shelf; it is a place of repair. And […]

Post #150 – Confessional – Personal Secrets

By Nancy on October 11, 2016 • ( 16 Comments )

I cannot sleep without my head and eyes completely covered by a black satin sheet. I pull the blanket up to my chin. My mouth barely shows (says my husband and aid). I have claustrophobia, but I have always felt safe under my covers. I believe that if […]

Post #134 – Hidden Places – Victimhood

By Nancy on August 18, 2016 • ( 13 Comments )

PTSD steals the soul – depression haunts me nightly. Insomnia – even though I take a sleeping pill I don’t sleep. It’s been going on for weeks. No will to write; nothing to smile about. Why do I allow people to rule my emotions? I suffer from a disease […]