Don’t suffer in silence take PTSD seriously. Seven per cent of people will experience PTSD in their lifetime. The birth of my second daughter was a delight. A planned caesarean section, calm and slow, in complete contrast to the birth of my first daughter. In memory, it is the birth of my first daughter that I replay. It is something I have failed to speak about until today. I need to use my writing to heal this hurt. Over the two years, I have come to think this event has given me post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD.) PTSD is a type of anxiety disorder that can develop after traumatic events.
I have to apologise to my daughter, for making the same mistake three times in her short life. My beautiful baby girl is 28 months old, It is her I have to apologise to, not once, but three times. Three times I made the same mistake. It is only now that I realise I owe her a huge apology. My First Apology
Facebook admins have a responsibility to monitor groups not just post threads. Today I received such a horrendous comment on one of my Facebook Groups, it stuck with me for the day. I reported it to the group admin and as I write this they have done nothing about it. As an admin of several groups myself, I hold a higher responsibility than posting threads and letting them run. As an admin for groups which have 800+ people. I need to support and value every one of them.
Do you have enough drama in your life to write? Now before I start this post a disclaimer I love personal interest stories. I devour them with enthusiasm on Medium. So this post is not meant as a dig to them in any form. However, as I read these I wonder if I have enough drama in my life to write them. I came from a normal background. My parents treated me with respect and gave me a wonderful childhood. I have lived a drama-free life. Why write personal aspects in your writing?
My friends constantly let me down and the generosity of people I haven’t met overwhelm. Recently I spoke about leaving my full-time job because of health reasons. I have heard it said many times that you don’t know who your friends are until you need them. This, however, isn’t the first time when I have had to reevaluate my friendships groups. Why I have become a perpetual bad judge of character I will never know. Basically speaking I always try to see the good in people.
Where Has My Writing Passion Gone? I’m tired, not the I need an early night tired, but that bone tired. I ache all over and I have no energy left. My writing this week has suffered. I managed to publish two pieces last week. A new low for me. There was no joy in writing and no enthusiasm to try. Then I read this article from Tom Kuegler about his lack of interest in making Facebook videos.
We are programmed to react to negativity, not positivity. When you visit my local chemist you have to park on the pavement. There is a proud sign in the window that states only customers can park outside the door. Yes, it is a pavement, but it is so large it accommodates cars and pedestrians. Whilst waiting outside, I saw a lady pushing a double buggy towards the cars. The buggy was empty, I have no idea why. She struggled to get the buggy past two of the cars. Having struggled with a pram, I got out and asked if she would like a hand.