It seems that I’ve been given a diagnosis of moderate depression, tied up with PTSD – that’s Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I’m not sure if my occasional flash backs to my crash are real or imagined.
As I recall little of the whole day or the 2 days before, I can’t see how I’d recall the crash.
The images in my head, of me lying on my smashed front, in the road, seem real enough.
Dear Russell
I still read your blog regularly and my heart sinks with some of your posts and I feel a great sense of sadness of everything you are having to endure.
I am sorry life keeps throwing you lemons (I think that is the expression).
PTSD does make a lot of sense and as much as some people dislike a label, at least you could maybe now get the right person to work with you on this to help you with coping mechanisms.
Take care and I hope you start to feel you are making some progress in the direction you want to go in.
Beth xx
Beth,
I like lemons – but only in drinks, or squeezed on pancakes – and not thrown at me.
You’re right – having a label is ok, if it gets me somewhere with some sort of resolution.
Physically, it is all getting worse. I need the surgery badly. After that, perhaps things may start to improve.
I live in hope.
Xx