It took a lot of "guts" to show up at that first ptsd group but afterward I was no longer alone and I have a reason for acting the way I do. After all of those years it was wonderful to know I was not a freak or the mind was completely off the rails.
Been over a year since I been to the group. Jack passed away on the operating table(liver tranplant),Bob cancer, Benny heart attack,Larry heart attack also, Frank his mind is gone, Troy cancer.
I know no one lives forever but I don't want to go to my group and wonder which one will be next.
Sometimes I need a "rush" in my life to help feel alive but I don't need to flip coins to find out who will be the next "odd man out", I'll get my "rush" another way.
