I know my Facebook community page was really helpful and beneficial to so many and I received considerable ongoing feedback continually stating that. And I was always so thankful that anything I posted, or wrote helped people in any way. Knowing other people ‘really ‘ understand, is comforting to people, and my ability to write, in a relatable way, did comfort many.
I also know my capacity to work out how the trauma and PTSD affects us in deeper ways, really helped people to understand themselves and what happened to them, in ways they had never previously realised.
I wish I was in a place where I could handle the trolls and nasty people who choose to vent their issues upon anyone who writes something they don’t like.
But, I’m not in that place.
I’m not in a position to be able to handle the hassle, without feeling anxiety and stress and I don’t need or deserve any added anxiety and stress. I also don’t deserve to have to deal with other people’s issues, their venting, their projecting, their vitriol.
I’m struggling enough dealing with my own journey.
I don’t know if I will ever publish my Facebook page again. And that makes me sad, because I know the good it provided. I wish I could provide that good, whilst not having to deal with the bad side of it. But, I can’t.
I have to have self care and consider what I need. For my children’s sake.