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Anxiety, because I'm stronger, chronic distress, corrosive, Depression, Healing, Hollywood PTSD, l-thyrosine, magnesium, PTSD
These days I don’t usually cry any more when I talk about it. But sometimes I do.
Right now I do.
Perhaps it’s because there’s all this “stuff” that’s been seeping from my pores, sort of like garlic does when I eat too much.
The body has a specific volume and when we hit our limit, the excess has to find a way out somehow. Any which way just so long as it escapes, snaking in rivulets of sadness and grief, words never said and tears never cried.
They escape but they become these weird ghostly apparitions of emotions never felt. Squished down as they were because back then, there wasn’t the time or space to let them out. Not if I wanted to keep my heart in my chest and be able to stand up, walk around and function in some (twilight) state. But still, I was sort of functional. Enough that if you didn’t look closely (and who ever really does except others who’ve been to these places), then for all intents and purposes I looked okay.
But because of all that, those squished and faded emotions never got a shot. Now, misshapen and hobbled they still want to be heard and felt. They aren’t going to be dismissed, either.
Why now?
The consensus seems to be that it’s because I’m stronger now. Because I’ve been to the bottom of the sea and back again, my burden is so much lighter these days and there’s more space.
Now entering that space is wordless sorrow and fear, floating without anchor. Beating upon my ribcage, my kidneys and my heart – expressing that long-held pain like a sickness now oozing with boils and a mess of other infections that just need a place to meet the air, just so there’s an opportunity for healing for these things, too.
Corrosive. That’s the word my friend Jaliya used. The effects of PTSD/depression/anxiety on the body are corrosive. Like acid, but not the woo-hoo-I-see-purple-dolphins-cartwheeling-in-the-sky kind, that people do for fun(?! yes, apparently they do). Think instead of battery acid, released from its container and drip-dripping its way through places it should never be. Corrosive just like that.
Except we’re talking about the body here. My mind was terribly busy for the longest time (paraphrasing an episode of Grey’s Anatomy) with the glue and the tape, just keeping myself from falling apart.
But best efforts in emergency situations, and especially protracted emergency situations means the parts that don’t scream quite as loudly (if at all) get ignored. Sometimes they get ignored for years and years until they’re forgotten. We forget them, but they don’t forget us.
And so it goes.
I’ve been so very sad of late, just letting the sadness wash on through. It hasn’t been easy and certainly, there’s been no joy in the process. Just a release of what was, and what I never got to feel back then when I should’ve been feeling it. Stale emotions never vanish, you see. Not until they’re done.
Hollywood PTSD
I’ve this habit of watching TV shows that depict PTSD. I don’t know why because I find them very disturbing and I can’t get through them without bawling, heart thumping and I wonder sometimes… really wonder if it’s ever gonna be not like that.
Last year, True Blood did a small piece of PTSD. This year it’s been featured in both Grey’s Anatomy and the spin-off show, Private Practice. The latter has been the trickiest one for me to watch because it is most similar to my own experience: senseless violence perpetrated viciously. I was a mess, watching that stuff.
More interesting to me however, is the way the after-effects of PTSD are dealt with on these shows because that’s the guts of it all. My main complaint is the very neat amount of time everyone’s PTSD seems to be resolved in. Of course, Hollywood likes a happy ending and neatly resolved story-lines that don’t take too long. The characters on these shows all seem to have a significant “incident” that marks their healing work as being “done”. But it’s just NOT like that.
There’s so many layers to the poisonous PTSD layer cake, not to mention the acrid frosting on top. Recovery comes in waves and it requires a shit-load of hard work. There’s so much to be undone because PTSD isn’t topical or localised.
Instead, PTSD is everywhere like a virus: taking up residence and proceeding to invade all territories. Just when you think you’re celebrating because you’ve ferreted it out of one zone, you realise that it’s deeply embedded in seven more.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad that Hollywood is taking a stand for PTSD, showing it as a real disorder that can be healed, and that it can happen to all kinds of people (it ain’t selective). And there’s been some excellent demonstration of dissociation, and weird behaviours that seem entirely unrelated but hell-yes they’re all part of it. So that’s the good news.
To paraphrase something else from one of those shows: it ain’t right to not feel things. We’ve gotta feel what needs to be felt.
Falling apart
And that’s what’s happening to me right now. I’m feeling it all, and it can be really quite overwhelming.
Of course, then there’s the discovery of what else PTSD has been busily destroying in its spare time.
Another term from Jaliya – chronic distress – this kind of ongoing strain draws on the resources of the body just to keep going.
So this morning I got weepy in the doctor’s office, trying to explain the complexities of the last five years. About why I never made it to a GP when I was assaulted, and what I’ve done to keep myself afloat and surviving ever since. I’ve done pretty well, really. But now I need some healing from the world of medicine, whereas I generally prefer alternative therapies.
The doctor (I’d done plenty of research to find a decent and open-minded one) was very kind and supportive. She wasn’t dismissive about anything I told her, and was pleasantly receptive when I told her I handled the worst of my symptoms with therapy and yoga… I feel like I’m in a safe place but still I cried, damnit!
I started telling her that I know I’ve neglected my body, until she reassured me that I was probably just too busy with my brain and my emotions to worry about anything else. It’s not uncommon, she says.
I also told her that for the first time ever, I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t perhaps have some medication for the anxiety. Just because hell, anxiety can be such an asshole sometimes, y’know? First though, we’re trying some vitamin supplements which she’s hoping will help me out a little more: magnesium and l-tyrosine.

Testing, testing 1...2...3...
And we’re doing a full work up. I donated some blood and urine samples to the pathology people so she can start working out exactly how much damage has been wrought on my physical body.
It’s never-ending and yet it must be ending, right? I must be getting to this particular point in dealing with everything because I am getting to the end of it, as Rachel suggested to me just last week. I really, really hope so.
But it’s a very long-fucking-road. Where am I again?
~ Svasti
I’m with ya, friend….hugs.
Hey Svasti!
It’s been a while… I had a kid and life got… interesting 🙂
Listen –
I’m a healer / therapist. I specialize in healing trauma.
The question I have for you is: ‘If I could guarantee your healing, so that you would be free from all the symptoms shown in that layer cake above, would you want it?’
With love,
Ben
Ben,
I want that with every fibre of my heart, mind, body and spirit. That’s what I’ve been working for non-stop for the past few years.
I am very close. I no longer have flashbacks and I’m mostly free of depression. I now have to deal with anxiety attacks, which apparently often come later in the piece. And my physical body has been ravaged: low iron levels that leave me exhausted and a lot of other messed up stuff.
If you think you can help, I’m all ears! xo
So inspired by your bravery and honesty. Just sending you so much love!
Much love and healing to you, strong, amazing, inspiring warrior. One foot in front of the other…
It sounds like you found an amazing physician. Here, in the US, she would have just written you a script for xanax. Grrr…
I have found, personally, through lots of research and trial and error, that high doses of vitamin c soothe my brain, as does magnesium and folic acid. But these work for ME.
Peace, peace, and more peace…
Hey Svasti 🙂
Your experience seems to be paralleling mine in so many ways. It’s been three years now for me … and like you, I’m largely free of the more acute, shorter-term symtpoms of post-traumatic stress. Emotions: lifting and stabilizing. Sleep: beginning to normalize. Cognition: well … taking it one step at a time 😉
It’s the metabolic exhaustion that is my main concern now. I got to thinking over a long period of time, any “local” injury / illness can become systemic … and my blood is showing evidence of damage. Anemia, low haemoglobin, consistently lowering platelet counts, and some anamolies that don’t seem to make sense. (“What about trauma *does* makes sense?!” I ask myself, with a half-smile …) The sense of corrosion is that of acute symptoms becoming more chronic syndromes, deeper within the body. I agree with you that we tend to address the emotional, behavioural, and existential concerns before we realize that our body has gone on surviving … but at a huge metabolic cost. I think it’s the aftermath after the aftermath … the longer-term consequences of the original injuries. It’s a strange place to be in … My emotions are steadier than they have been in years — I finally came to understand that C-PTSD was my major concern and the depression was secondary (i.e., arising from the effects of trauma and abuse). And yes, the intensity of seemingly hard-wired, embedded anxiety: that sure is corrosive. I’m finding it takes meticulous and minute attention to deal with … You might consider your age as well — I don’t know how old you are, but my body is now actively going through menopause — a natural process, *and* a factor because of the hormonal shifts, etc.
I think that we who are living through the aftermaths are coming to realize how important the bodily basics are, after we make sure the body has survived and mended as best it can (whatever the injuries originally were) — Now it’s as if we have to address the exhaustion of surviving the longer term in a state of autonomic overdrive. No wonder the exhaustion is experienced as corrosive … and in my case, some of the blood test results over time seem to be confirming the corrosion. Now — to turn it around …
You’ve shared a perfect descriptive word –> “ravaged.” Yes.
It may simply be time for some deep rest … That is what is presently saving me more than anything else. Deep, aware, merciful, moderate REST. Quieting everything within, and creating as much quietude around me as I can.
Courage, my friend. We’ll come through. xoxo
You are here, with us. 😀 And we love you dearly.
Your journey reminds me to lighten up on myself for STILL having some PTSD symptoms years later–not so serious as the early stuff but still an unpleasant reminder when they come up. It DOES get much, much better over time. I promise.
Yes neglect of the body in the early phases is a problem. Trust in your resilience. You have been doing much that is good for you all along, so give yourself credit. I think you’ve done an admirable job coping.
I’ve been watching some of these same shows and yes, they don’t present the complexities of PTSD over the long term. A few episodes and everyone is just fine. I want them so badly to show how you think you’re over it and back to “normal” (really it’s a new normal) and then it hits you again. It’s so unfair–like the abuser walked away but it’s still happening for you. Not in physical reality but in terms of how it affects your psyche.
Private Practice did show Violet recently reacting when her attacker came to her office, obviously having flashbacks. I was thankful that she wasn’t all cool with that! No one would be. But yeah, it has to be that obvious for them to think we would be triggered after time has passed. When in reality, any little thing can bring it up.
The only way out is through. You are right to let the feelings come rather than resist. The only way out is through.
Blessed be
PTSD can take a very long time to heal. You will need some professional help to manage it. ,.””`
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Thank you for sharing your experience. As someone dealing with C-PTSD, or at least trying to deal with it, it brings me great comfort to know I am not alone, and that it is equally as difficult for others to cope with this disorder. It helps me feel like I am not deficient in some way because I can’t simply, “get over it.” It helped me remember and realize that it is a process, and a long one. Thank you for having the courage to share your experience. It helps.
Sha, you’re more than welcome. You are definitely NOT deficient! The good news is that if you keep going, keep looking for answers you will find them. And you can heal. Absolutely. It just takes a lot of time. Keep up the good work! x