Do you ever find yourself thinking how memories that were once so vivid and alive are now seemingly dull and fading? I often wonder how much that is due to PTSD verses the fact we now live in a world with trillions of bright lights, fancy images and Hollywood gloss. It's easy to label ourselves in a world that thrives on diagnosis. I sincerely beleive my lack of desire to live in this world is 'more' resultant from the way in which the world functions; than it is to do with impact of long term mental illness. To be sure both go hand in hand. All I am saying is one come's before the other.
I swore I would never have kids again. Watching my grandson start going through the system is grueling to say the least. I think this is one of many reasons why of late I am loosing sleep.