I know the difference. My mum is BPD, I’m CPTSD. But I’ll never have that voice because I’m my mother’s next target and she has her flying monkeys.
If I have to keep having intrusive memories, I’m going to end up so brain damaged. I’m stuck. I don’t have a voice. I’m so numb. I’m getting my sertraline today in the hope I’ll get better so I can isolate myself for the rest of my life. Having intense flashbacks and no safety. This is what NHS Highland mental health do to abused women.
In other words, that’s why I relate to Ernest Hemingway. Because he had CPTSD and PTSD at the same time.
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