I am Ms. Anxious Annie

  I am not sure why I tried to give this blog a cute name. Anxiety is not cute at all. I am learning to use my voice to identify my true conflictions. Anxiety is my struggle. I suffer from anxiety because of PTSD. I am not a war survivor but I survived my own little war. I haven't to fight to stay alive and or run away to avoid getting myself beaten in a long time but that is the thing about PTSD. It shows up after the fact. It is the brains way of trying to deal with the trauma that people once survived. I am working my way through it. It's difficult because I have a lot of anger also. Anger at those who were the cause of so much hurt in my life. So much time has passed and some of these people are dead but the thing is I am still suffering. I am still struggling. I am still waking up feeling your hands around my neck. I have so many monsters and I am determined to make sure they die. So here's to anxiety and all those who understand.