For the past 3 years, I've worn a mask, downplaying the severity of my CPTSD. I've shied away from confronting the brutal, unvarnished reality—I'm not okay, and it feels like I'm shattered inside. This prolonged denial led me to a brink where I nearly shattered a wonderful relationship. I failed to embrace the truth, not only with others but with myself.
I'm aware this won't be a walk in the park. It might involve daunting moments, and the journey could stretch far into the distance. Nevertheless, it's a preferable choice to persisting on the same self-destructive course I've been trapped on for far too long.
