“Always Almost”, a poem I wrote recently about how I feel since developing PTSD. One thing I’ve experienced is an uptick in anxiety over all after 2020. It’s like now I’m always waiting for the next catastrophe to happen, to the point that I have these fears based in nothing that can deeply impact my life at times, making it hard to function. Last week, this manifested as crying incessantly at work over the fear of my dad (a very healthy 50 year old) dying. You’re always in fight or flight—not a fun way to live! I have faith though that with EMDR this will get better—and it already has started too!
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