I rarely sleep well, I can thank PTSD for that, but even when I do, I still feel tired. Like this morning, I woke up exhausted.
My long-standing battle with PTSD has taught me that there is a silver lining in this never-ending battle, I’m still here.
For most of my life, I pushed aside any notion of being ill. It was not until I had to leave work did face it. Thankfully, I came alive at thirty-five.