Although I wasn’t diagnosed with
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder on a professional level, I share the symptoms of many who have. I can identify with the list
above and much more. The nightmares and flashbacks have lessened, and I attribute that blessing to my relationship with Jesus
To name all of my experiences
with visions and promptings of the Holy Spirit, this would involve another post. What I can say in a nut shell is this, talking
about your pain and being heard will help tremendously. Seeking professional counseling – if afforded – is very
important. If not, there are online and in person groups that you can join to find support. I believe with all of my heart
that God does lead us to help of various kinds. It is not enough to attend worship services, read the Bible, and pray. In
order to be healed, our Father supplies us with Groups, agencies and many avenues of healing. The main source of our healing
is the Holy Spirit – guiding us into all truth through much prayer and meditation on the Word of God.
The “disorder” associated
with PTSD is mass confusion. Meaning, as children, our emotional wires get crossed and disconnected during the course of the
violence, molestation, rape, and abuse, etc. We cannot process the experiences correctly; therefore our minds adapt a survival
mode of which we cling. The words “disorder” and “confusion” are related in meaning. Traumatic events
create severe confusion of our minds, and we lose our true selves by clinging to our new ways of coping.
I often wish I could have embarked upon
this journey of enlightenment before middle age. On the other hand, I believe that my heavenly Father knows what to reveal
to my spirit, and at just the right time. I cannot say at what juncture I will not experience flashbacks, and triggers of
my past. But I can say this, my Father is wonderful! Through it all He was determined that I should discover the truth about
many things, in order for my divine healing to shine within my soul.
I will always remember what I went through
as a child, for I cannot erase all of the memories. However, I praise God for helping me to live victoriously in spite of
upbringing. I cannot do anything about how people judged my life, whether family or friends. What I can control is how I judge
myself. And on that note, I think it is high time for me to lighten up – the confusion and dysfunction was not my fault.
Unfortunately, I was born into it. But I know that God can make something wonderful out of it all. Praise Jehovah!