It’s Another Day
For the past couple weeks when I wake up, I still marvel that the dreaded doom and gloom doesn’t attack all my senses. If I’m to say it bluntly, for so long I’ve been so mentally sick and I’ve been miserable. It is really hard to admit that having Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) makes one mentally ill because there is SUCH a stigma around any sickness of the mind, but truth is truth. PTSD is classified as a mental illness because it is a sickness of the mind. PTSD of the mind is kind of like Necrotizing Fasciitis, flesh-eating bacteria of the body. I say that because PTSD feels like it eats away your brain, personality, intelligence, hope, happiness and soul.
There is also an ignorance and mean-spirit in some people when they associate with sick people – mind or body. There is no allowance given or hand extended to help when the going gets rough. These mean people see it as an opportunity to get ahead by stepping on you. Having experienced this first hand and now recognizing it, I’m a bit disappointed and angry. However, after all I’ve been through the last three years, nothing, and I repeat, NOTHING is going to dampen my happy spirit.
I live.
I have healed considerably and am still healing.
I have hope again.
Best of all, I feel happiness growing within me.
The old me, an even better version, has been born.
So I’m going to share with you a poem that has been around for a long time, but holds so much truth. Whatever your life condition is now, especially if you suffer with PTSD, please believe me, the pain can end and life can get better if you don’t quit.
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must—but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow—
You might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
Love it. I had to copy and paste this motivational poem. Thanks for finding it. Your a gem.
I’m glad you enjoyed it that much Sue!
I like this post. In fact, the message, albeit more direct, is similar to one of my recent post… We often think alike.
http://caslworks.com/2013/02/27/you-lost-the-flow/
Have a great day Red!
You’re so awesome! That post was beautiful – words and photos.
Great minds think alike 😉 {{{hugsss}}}
I will never quit! I may pause to reevaluate. But quit? Never! 🙂
Good!
I am so happy to read that you are healing, have hope again and feel happiness growing within you. You’ve come a long way to get to where you are today and you courageously and honestly shared your journey with your readers. I can hardly wait for you to write your book and it is published. As I have said so often, it will give a lot of people who are suffering with PTSD hope that they too can heal and it will inspire them greatly! 🙂
Thank you Joan. I appreciate you more than words can say for helping me through all the mess. {{{hugsss}}}
neat poem, & very apropos… just one thing – who wrote it???
I’m very happy for you & your growing happiness!!! ^_^
Thank you Skip!!!!
No one has ever claimed to write the poem, so it has remained anonymous.
Long time ago someone gave this poem to me. I have read it for years – since you were 11 years old. love you
Yep, I know, Mom. 😀
My mother sent me that poem once! I have kept it nearby to remind me not to quit. Thanks for another reminder.
Your welcome Katlupe! {{{hugsss}}}
Hallelujah and praise the Lord! It is so good to read that you are rediscovering your joy. I KNOW that the “Joy of the Lord is my strength,” even when I don’t FEEL like being joyful. I have not read your blog for a while. My mother became ill in December and died shortly thereafter. I’m still adjusting to my new “normal.” Catching up on your blog gives me hope and encouragement. Prayers for your healing are definitely being answered. May God bless you as you journey on!
Thank you Jamie!!!
I’m soooooooooooooo sorry for your loss. {{{{hugssssss}}}}} Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you.
Hi! I’m visiting from Friendship Friday 🙂 I hope you’ll also join me for my Friday Flash Blog on The Jenny Evolution (www.thejennyevolution.com). Happy weekend!
Thanks Jennifer!
Thank you for sharing your story and the poem. I hope I can offer you encouragement. In 2000 I was diagnosed with PTSD after a horrifying miscarriage following a stalking event (too long a story to share). I struggled for several years. I could not function as my body would continuously shut down (I literally would collapse and pass out so often I was unable to drive any more). It is all behind me now. It took years but through hope and faith and the blessings of God, I made it through to the other side. I pray that you will continue to grow stronger as well. Again, thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for sharing your story Kelly! I KNOW that I can beat this PTSD and I’m not going to quit until it is truly behind me! {{{hugsss}}}