Here’s an ode to some of the little daily victories this year in my battle against almost-mental illness. I don’t celebrate these accomplishments nearly as much as I should.
- Swing dancing last Saturday at the house where I got sexually assaulted last November. It was awkward being there, but I did just fine.
- Getting a little triggered a few times while at said dance and getting it under control in a matter of minutes despite being tipsy at the time. Usually alcohol makes triggers hard to handle
- My PTSD symptoms flared up during a night of drinking. Despite being actually drunk, I was able to slowly talk myself down.
- Last fall my PTSD symptoms twice went through month-long phases of them being out of control. Last month I prevented it from happening again. (I guess that doesn’t count as a “small” victory. It’s a big deal. But I’m going to leave it here anyway)
- A while ago I made a goal to stop thinking about being sexually assaulted unless it’ll actually help me heal. I’ve done a pretty good job of sticking to that.
- My friend recently touched me on the side of the ribs, forgetting momentarily that getting touched there is my biggest trigger. I looked down at her hand and smiled. I felt nothing — no fear whatsoever.
- I don’t get triggered as often as I used to and when I do get triggered, I have a lot of coping mechanisms at my disposal.
- I’ve written a lot of posts I’m proud of in this blog!
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