So a few years ago things got bad, like last straw homeless in Chicago in the middle of winter after a horrible chain of events. Never could keep it together I kept falling apart, all I knew I was Ill equipped to live how everyone else managed, I kept crumbling, no support from anyone, never getting paid enough to live, and everytime I fell it was face first because I am a man. So after that I had to do a lot of research and work, I floundered along for so long... and now here I am 31 realizing my nerves have been shot out since at least 2nd grade. And all the words I ever had was I cant I just cant after a certain point. And society is pretty merciless so I struggled, I still am, but I have awareness and that has made all the difference.
Im over this blindsided phase, and will not submit to this quasi clinical victim mentality.. At times anxiety disorders have more in common with diabetes then psychological disorders, true understanding and what it means is beyond anyone not suffering with one... and pills just mute emotions needed to be processed to repair damage.. its barbaric. C-PTSD seems to no be recognized officially I have too many firends that get labeled GAD and they call it a day, or PTSD.. so my even being here is hard earned knowledge...
So yeah here I am...