When Austin and I first met, he went through absolute hell, honestly. In the beginning stages of any relationship, trust has to be built, respect has to be given, and so on. For me, I didn’t trust anyone, not even myself.
After enduring many years of verbal and emotional abuse, on top of the constant cheating, I no longer trusted. I didn’t trust myself due to my ignorance for years, putting up with way more than anyone should ever have to. There was no logical reason that I couldn’t have left sooner, so why didn’t I? If the man that I married and shared a beautiful little boy with couldn’t love me, respect me, want me, encourage me, and do what all husbands should want to do with and for their wives, why in the world would I put myself through something like that again?
PTSD, or post-traumatic stress disorder, is a disorder brought on by triggers from a traumatic event in one’s lifetime. Every trauma is as individual as the person that experiences it, and it can affect everyone differently.
As someone who suffers from PTSD, the hardest part can be accepting your diagnosis. When thinking of PTSD, most associate it with war veterans, but believe it or not, anyone can have PTSD. When I was first diagnosed, I was in denial. I’ve never been to war. Nothing has happened to me that someone else hasn’t gotten through before. However, we are all affected by situations differently, and it took me entirely too long to accept that.