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Having battled the ptsd for so many years, basically my whole life, I can truly say that it does get better. Who knows what other DSM- charascteristics I fit into. For awhile they tried to tell me I was schizophrenic. Which I am not. After awhile even if you don't address the causes (which I would certainly recomend for anyone) you still learn to deal with the symptoms. I was suicidal a couple of times in my life, not for the past 4 or 5 years at least, and now I realize that there isn't any point to that either, no matter how terrible you feel, because later on something in your life makes you look back and be glad it didn't work. I know that famous quote, if it won't matter five years from now, it doesn't matter (think it's a book by Toni Morrison). That and I look up at the sky and think about how absolutely insignificant I am and the earth in general is to the working of the universe... some might say that's depressing but to me it always feels like a big weight is lifted off my shoulders. The two books that helped me the absolute most were The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold and The Hanged Man by Francesca Lia Block. I'm sure it's different for everyone, but oh my I cried for hours after I finished each of those, in a good way.
If we're on a favorite quote kick, although the ones already shared are better and more apt than mine, mine is:
"He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The cold steelpen." (Ulysses, James Joyce). Well, that and the entire movie of Great Expectations.
If we're on a favorite quote kick, although the ones already shared are better and more apt than mine, mine is:
"He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The cold steelpen." (Ulysses, James Joyce). Well, that and the entire movie of Great Expectations.