So many people are struggling with symptoms of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) from various traumas they have endured. Here is one woman's viewpoint of how things feel when you are locked deep inside these emotions that come by suffering from PTSD. There IS HOPE for healing and recovery from these feelings. If you or anyone you know is suffering, please contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 or go to http://www.thehotline.org/ for immediate assistance.
You may also contact one of our life coaches for help in healing with Jesus Christ. Change can come. Don't give up and never stop believing.
Rachel Lehman RN
By Metta Mo
The walks I’ll never take, The hand I’ll never hold
The laughs I’ll never share, The stories never told
The bonds I’ll never make, The jokes I’ll never hear
The ever looming presence of trauma related fear.
The years I’ll never get back, The love I have never had
The good moments that have been overshadowed by the bad
The peace that never seems to come, The help I never get, but need
The endless nights I cry, The hope that's fading fast
The memories never made, The nightmares of the past.
The anger, The disappointment, The success I may never know
The hurt, the hurt, the hurt, The hurt that left a hole
The anxiety, the nervousness, The lost and frightened soul
The talks I never get to have, The time I’ll never get to spend
The joy I seldom feel, The many times I beg God please let this pain end.
The years that were stolen, The songs I’ll never sing, The dance I’ll never get to do,
The picture perfect family, All ruined because of you.
The trust that was betrayed, The fault that is my own, The wrong decisions that I made,
The love I cannot give now, The walls that I have built,
The lonely that I live with, The overwhelming guilt.
The broken heart that beats inside me, The smile gone from my face
The pieces that are missing, The youth that cannot be replaced
The energy I never have, The wounds that just don’t heal
The never ending sadness and the tiredness that I feel.
The lack of understanding, The people that I’ve lost
The burden that I carry while your life is so carefree
The children that don’t have a Dad, The Mom that I just can’t be
The many lives you’ve damaged, because of what you did to me.
The apology that will never come, The struggle to forgive
The brokenness the emptiness, The life that I now live.
The uneducated opinions of those who think this is a choice
These are the words you would hear if PTSD had a voice.
Rachel Everhart RN