My truth about PTSD and learning to love myself
My official diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) was in 2014. I walked into a Veterans Affairs Hospital and just short of begging on my hands and knees, I cried for help. Of course, PTSD is not an overnight disorder, but it can definitely feel like it. Before I knew it, I was scared to turn on the radio, watch a movie, look at billboard, and even go to school. I went from a fully functioning member of society to an all-out hermit. I would cry myself to sleep, barely eat, then binge eat. I slept most of my days and hygiene--let's not even talk about it.
