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Would you believe that this blog is ultimately a message of hope? It will show that there is hope for improvement in the quality of living for those who suffer from PTSD. It’s not meant to pressure anyone. I don’t know how I’ve been through what I’ve been through and am doing so well: I am a woman who has lived a life of violence and crime not of my own doing. Although I don’t remember what, something happened to me when I was about 3 years old. At 8 years old I know I was sexually molested by a family member. It tooks years to remember and name that. At 18 years I was gang-raped; at 50 years I married an alcoholic abusive asshole – just like dear old dad. And yet I have a great life. I have a good job, amazing friends and family, I contribute to my community, and have a house just like so-called normal people. Do I think sometimes people look at me and think I’m a little odd? You bet! At my full-blown undiagnosed PTSD I moved from city to city because I was so weird no one wanted to be near me. This chronicle is to help shed light. I don’t want it to be dramatic, just descriptive. The intent is not to say ‘poor me’, but rather, ‘look, there’s hope. This is what it felt like, what I experienced, and this is what I did to overcome it.’ You won’t get lurid details of what happened to me, but of my efforts to build a better life for myself and those affected by my disease.

Thanks for reading. I look forward to any comments back.

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