CPTSD feels like a cocktail of every mental illness
I’ve been a people pleaser my whole life, and I always felt so much for my close friends who were struggling with their mental health. I’d feel guilty, like I was just being spoiled or failing at life.
Now I’m in my 30s, and looking back, I’ve checked almost every box for mental illness. Depression, anxiety, PTSD, OCD, Borderline, dissociation, and much more…
My point isn't to turn this into a competition. I'm sure everyone is going through incredibly hard things in their own way. In fact, despite everything, I still think it's important to be grateful for what I have…
But honestly, CPTSD is like a cocktail of every mental illness out there. It’s just sooooo exhausting…