I hate PTSD some days. I really do.
Actually I hate all the abuse I was inflicted with, that caused the PTSD.
I have so many abusers, it’s like my brain has to constantly manage all these memories, all the different emotions about them all individually and collectively.
Having severe multiple, prolonged, interpersonal trauma, in captivity situations from birth = severe pain, severely horrible night mares and trauma related dreams.
I know it’s because my brain hasn’t finished processing them all.
I know it will take a long time. Because there is so much. And more that I don’t remember too.