08/29/2026
Growing up I didn't get the sense that something was horribly wrong in a way that would make this a permanent reality. There were horrible moments but we all did the best we could and " moved on " from them.
It wasn't until many years later I questioned my own life and how " normal " some of the decisions I had made were. More importantly I asked why I had made them and questioned my motives.
The realization that I was dysfunctional allowed me to see myself and this also allowed me to see others in my family and be curious about their motivations too.
For the first time in my life I could see it all very clearly, the events, the damage, the outcomes, the brutal reality of it all that survival and denial kept locked away.
🫶 Matt
PTSD The War Within
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