PTSD and ME
It seems we’re all on edge and looking for a fight.
There is only so long, and to a certain point, that people can help, no matter how much they love you or care about your well-being.
Don’t get me wrong, I also love people and the way they touch my life — they have the unique ability to lift me from the depths of despair, but in this moment — as I write this post — I absolutely hate people.
What ensued over the following weeks was both further regression of my speaking abilities and a frantic search for methods of nonverbal communication to ensure my needs were met.