I can’t be alone in this. I’m only beginning to realize how badly this controls my days, my thoughts, my nights. Being diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), the complex kind from years of childhood abuse and anxiety, creates this heightened awareness and self-doubt on a daily basis.
I feel like I need constant reassurance from my partner that we are OK, that I’m loved — God, that must be exhausting for him, too.
I sure know it is for me. God forbid they look at my text and do not respond, it’s an instant trigger. First my heart starts to race.
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