A thread (inspired by @DadWhoWrites)

When I was a kid, my parents’ daily fighting – verbal and physical, one time with a KNIFE(!) – gave me PTSD and screwed my stomach up so bad anything spicier than mashed potatoes would burn a hole in me.

I was filled with self-loathing, had zero self-confidence, and chewed Rolaids constantly. Fast forward to now: Living a PTSD-free life, love Szechwan, Indian, Thai, Chicago deep dish (duh) – I can eat it ALL.

I'm saying if you’re out there struggling, you’re NOT weak. It’s OK to reach out for help. Bad stuff won’t go away , scars won’t heal completely, (I still get flashbacks) but that garbage can be ameliorated. Don’t let it make you miss life's good stuff.

Wishing you the best.