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ParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you so much for your thoughtful message. I really appreciate your practical suggestions—especially the reminder to take care of myself. Mindfulness, rest, and the idea of starting or returning to a gratitude journal all feel grounding, and I’m grateful you shared them. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
As for the people I mentioned in my post, I hope you’ll understand I can’t share more detail out of respect for their privacy and safety. It means a lot that you care, and I know your questions come from a place of kindness and concern.
With warmth, Anita
June 16, 2025 at 12:20 pm in reply to: Does your significant other know that you suffer from PTSD? #446881anita
ParticipantDear Britney (in case you’re still reading):
Your questions feel like they come from a place inside you that’s been hurt— shaped by experiences that still carry pain. They read to me like:
“I want to be honest about what I carry, but I don’t want to lose people because of it.”
“I’ve been hurt before by sharing too much too soon… and I don’t know how to get it right.”
“I want someone who’s willing to be close to me in my pain—not just put up with it from afar.”
If any of that rings true, just know you’re not alone. I hope to read from you, but even if you’re not ready to post again, your voice mattered. You were heard.
Anita
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ParticipantDear me:
That stretch of days sounds incredibly hard—losing your dad on the 10th, his birthday on the 12th, and then Father’s Day. That’s a lot of weight packed into just a few days. I admire the way you’re dealing with it—leaning into fitness, getting back to work, and still making space to feel what you feel.
Grief is strange like that—it doesn’t follow straight lines. Sometimes it shows up in little moments, like calling his phone or hearing his voice echo in your head during a game you used to share.
You don’t have to decide right now if it was “all in your head.” Sometimes we just feel things because we need to. And maybe that’s him, or maybe that’s the part of him that lives on in you.
Thanks for sharing this, and if you ever feel like talking more, I’m here.
Take care of yourself, Anita
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ParticipantDear Omyk: Thank you so much for your kind message. I look forward to hearing your thoughts whenever you feel ready to share—there’s no rush at all.
Wishing you a gentle day ahead.
Warmly, Anita
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ParticipantDear Tommy:
Music speaks for us when our own words fall short. I think that’s what happened with the song you shared—it’s saying something your heart maybe didn’t know how to say out loud.
You’ve been through a lot in life, Tommy. What really stands out is how hard you are on yourself. You called yourself an idiot, said you should’ve done better, and talked about living with regret. Maybe being tough on yourself feels like the only honest way to be. But if that voice in your head just keeps beating you down, maybe it’s not helping—maybe it’s just wearing you out.
What if you didn’t have to keep punishing yourself to prove that you are a good person? What if letting go of the harshness isn’t weakness—it’s just making peace with.. you?
You don’t have to call it self-forgiveness. Maybe just call it rest.
You’re tired, and it makes sense. Maybe it’s time to stop carrying that weight of guilt for what you didn’t do, fear that it’s too late to change, and this idea that you should suffer for it—that showing yourself compassion would be letting yourself off the hook.
Punishing yourself hasn’t brought back the past. It hasn’t brought peace. It’s just made life heavier. Harder. Lonelier.
You don’t owe yourself perfection. You owe yourself a real chance at peace of mind. And that doesn’t come from holding onto guilt and regrets. It comes from facing things as they are and still choosing to live from here.
If nothing else, just know this: someone’s out here listening. No pressure to reply. Just wanted to let you know—you’re not alone in this.
Anita
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ParticipantDear q:
You are so welcome—and thank you for your kind words and for sharing so openly. It takes real courage to be this honest while you’re still in the middle of the struggle. That honesty is strength.
Let me start here: there is no shame in anxiety. It’s not a flaw, and it doesn’t make you less worthy of love or connection. There’s no shame in speaking from anxiety—we’ve all done it.
You wrote, “All the anxiety I’m feeling is making me act and speak out of insecurity and neediness, and that repels my partner even more…”- When we feel overwhelmed, our instinct is often to reach outward—seeking reassurance, love, or clarity from someone else to help us feel grounded. That’s such a human response. But what I’d gently encourage is this: what if the person you most need reassurance from right now… is you?
What if, instead of chasing your girlfriend’s reassurance, you let your own steady part lean in and say, “Hey, I see you’re scared. It’s okay. I’m here.”
You’re navigating an incredibly heavy stretch—long-term unemployment, relationship strain, and intense anxiety—all made more complex by your deep self-awareness and sincere desire to grow. And this person—you—who is facing all of that and still trying to do better, deserves all the compassion you can give him.
Practicing self-compassion doesn’t require grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s as simple as pausing and saying, “This is hard. I’m trying my best. I can be kind to myself, even here.” It’s about reclaiming safety from within, instead of chasing it in the eyes of someone else.
When you’re anxious—especially in emotionally raw moments—your nervous system starts scanning for danger. Am I okay? Does she still love me? Am I failing? Am I safe? If you’ve relied on others for stability (especially growing up), then every delayed text, sigh, or shift in energy can feel like a verdict.
But when you nurture your own inner anchor—a voice that says, “I see you. I’ve got you.”—your nervous system doesn’t have to work so hard for proof. That voice becomes your internal regulator. It gently shifts you from survival mode into a more present, grounded state. It’s a quiet form of self-reparenting—and it’s powerful.
This isn’t about silencing fear or pretending you’re fine. It’s about having a part of you that can sit beside the fear and say, “Yes, this hurts—and I’m here with you through it.”
You might think of it like this: instead of constantly checking the weather outside for a storm, you’re building a warm, reliable shelter inside. That way, when the winds pick up, you’re not running for cover. You already have a place to rest.
If you’d ever like a suggestion for a grounding exercise to support that, I’d be happy to offer one.
You also shared, “I’m afraid of my girlfriend walking out on me.” That fear is so understandable. But sometimes, the more we resist a fear, the tighter its grip becomes. So when you’re ready, you might experiment with gently imagining that possibility—not to brace for disaster, but to show your mind that even in that grief… you would survive it.
Picture the morning after: you wake up. You breathe. You make coffee. You text a friend. You take a walk. Life continues. There is grief, yes—but also breath. Stillness. A new kind of space. Eventually, there are chapters you haven’t met yet.
This isn’t about giving up. It’s about loosening fear’s hold. Because her leaving wouldn’t break you. You are more resilient, more whole, and more deeply alive than that fear leads you to believe.
You don’t have to walk this road alone, Q. You’ve already taken the brave step of reaching out—and I hope you’ll keep doing so, as much or as often as you need to. I’m here, and I’d be honored to continue the conversation whenever you’re ready.
With warmth and respect, Anita
June 15, 2025 at 9:22 pm in reply to: Does your significant other know that you suffer from PTSD? #446859anita
ParticipantI didn’t get a chance to reply to you, Britney, before you deleted your account 😞
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ParticipantDear q: I will read and reply to you Mon morning (it’s Sun night here).
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ParticipantThank you, Alessa! I will answer tomorrow 🩵
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ParticipantI can almost hear that whoohoo myself through you. Will write more Mon morning.
Anita
June 15, 2025 at 11:48 am in reply to: Does your significant other know that you suffer from PTSD? #446846anita
ParticipantDear Britney:
I am so glad you started your own thread! I have to get out of the house for the day, so I’ll get back to you and answer your questions this evening or tomorrow morning (it’s Sun noon time here, almost)
Anita
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ParticipantHello Everyone/ Anyone:
I am scared. There are real, objective reasons for me to be scared, scared for the safety and lives of a few people I feel close to in real-life.
A few are in danger- in addition to their mental and physical struggles as well as every day risks such as traffic accidents- they are in danger of being bombed by Iran. Another person elsewhere is in deep depression that seems to be getting worse. I suspect suicide ideation is strong on their mind.
This is a heavy weight for me to carry. And yet, I have to be strong. But how can I be wiser? What can I do to help, if at all possible?
People in deep depression close-in, they become inaccessible, drowning in negativity, no longer seeing what is positive.
The older I get, the more I see people as equal, meaning- if I can help a “stranger” here on tiny buddha, just a bit, that’s as valuable as helping a person in real-life. A “stranger” online is as valuable, their pain matters just as much.
There really are no strangers, just people we didn’t get to know yet. In this regard, family members and people we associate with every day- can be strangers.
Back to my worries: One Day, One Moment At A Time is mt strategy.
Patience and Perseverance. And Love is what’s required.
Anita
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ParticipantDear Brittney:
Thank you for your openness—it’s clear you’ve been through a lot, and I truly respect how you’re trying to protect others from the pain you’ve felt.
That said, I want to offer a gentle perspective: when someone is working through CPTSD, especially in early stages, hearing that their expression might make others “victims” or that they’re hurting people by being open can unintentionally increase their shame. It can reinforce the belief that their truth is dangerous, or that their voice is a burden—and that’s a heavy thing to carry when they’re already sorting through deep wounds.
Oversharing can cause confusion or disconnect in relationships, especially when trust hasn’t been built—but the answer is not silence. It is learning how to share more slowly, with discernment, and in safe enough spaces. Honesty doesn’t have to be harmful when paired with compassion and boundaries—toward others and toward oneself.
If you’re open to it, I’d really like to hear more about what that experience was like for you—what led up to it, how you’ve made sense of it since, and what helped you heal (or what you’re still trying to understand). Perhaps you could start your own thread? Your voice matters, and there’s space here for your story.
With warmth and respect, Anita
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ParticipantDear Honesty55:
You are very welcome! You asked a powerful question: how to deal with people who scrutinize, dispute, or misreport what you share. The pain in that question is clear, and so is the self-awareness behind it. You’re not alone in this—so many people with CPTSD find themselves oversharing not because they want to, but because it feels like the only safe option.
Sometimes oversharing becomes a way to feel in control. When you’ve been gaslighted, misunderstood, or punished for withholding the “wrong” thing, it can feel like the safest path is to reveal everything, immediately. That way, no one can accuse you of hiding, lying, or contradicting yourself.
Here’s a metaphor that might resonate: It’s like someone who’s lived through sudden, violent storms learning to open all the windows in advance. Not because they want the storm, but because if it’s going to crash in anyway, at least they won’t be caught off guard. It gives a sense of control in a world that’s often felt dangerous and unpredictable.
But as you’ve experienced, this strategy can backfire when others misuse your vulnerability. When people twist your words or manipulate your honesty, it reinforces the fear that your truth isn’t safe with anyone. It’s devastating—and you never deserved that.
So what might a gentler, safer path look like?
* Go slow with disclosure. You don’t owe your whole story to everyone. Share in steps, and see how someone handles the little things first.
* Tune in to your own needs. Ask yourself: Am I sharing this because I want connection? Or because I’m afraid not to share?
* Watch for signals of safety. Does the person listen without judgment? Do they hold your truth with care? If not, that’s about them, not your worthiness.
* Build safe spaces elsewhere. Journaling, therapy, creative outlets, or spaces like this one can hold all of you without judgment or misuse.
Your honesty is not the problem. The problem is that too often the world didn’t meet your truth with the safety and kindness it deserves. But that doesn’t mean you have to silence it—it just means you get to choose where, when, and with whom to share it.
If you’d like to share more or keep exploring this, I’m here and would be honored to listen. You’re already doing something powerful by asking these questions, and you deserve support every step of the way.
I’d like to close this post by sharing a bit of my own experience with C-PTSD and oversharing—
As a young child—like any young child—I’m sure I was honest and open with my mother. But after so many times when she scrutinized, disputed, and misrepresented what I said—when she gaslighted me and accused me of trying to hurt her feelings (which was untrue!)—I stopped sharing anything with her. I learned to hold everything in.
Fast forward many years, and I realized I had internalized her behavior: I was now the one scrutinizing, disputing, and mistrusting my own thoughts. A part of me constantly defended itself against an inner “Scrutinizer”—correcting my thoughts, choosing more precise words, worrying about misunderstandings (even within my own mind), and trying to be 100% exact. I lived in fear of making a mistake, even something as small as using the “wrong” word.
Looking back, I see now that my mother wasn’t reacting to my words because they were wrong—she reacted because she was unwell. But as a child, I couldn’t know that. So I adapted. And I carried that adaptation into adulthood.
Only recently has the Inner Scrutinizer begun to grow quiet. What a relief.
As far as oversharing- I generally under shared because I didn’t feel safe to share with anyone, but when I did share, I had to be exact, had to give the person ALL the information so that they could understand the situation. Problem was people were not interested in viewing the situations from all angles that I presented, too much work! I overshared with the idea in mind that the person I was oversharing too had the motivation and the ability to understand a complex situation and I was mistaken. Now when I share in real-life, I do it in small portions, understanding that people are limited in their attention span and also, understanding that while I talk to a person, the person may be hearing their thoughts louder than the words I say.
Hearing one’s own thoughts instead of what a person is actually saying brings me back to my mother. I want to share one instance, from when I was around 5 or 6 years old. (Telling these stories helps me process the past).
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My mother and father were fighting—it was nighttime. She announced that she was going to kill herself and left the apartment. I started crying very loudly. To silence me, my father beat me with a belt. I stopped crying. He then left the apartment too, and I was alone.
Scared, I walked down the stairs and out into the street in search of my mother, afraid with every step that I’d find her body. I finally made it to the street, where I saw my mother—and neighbors who had heard the shouting were there too. When I saw that she was alive, I was so happy. I was ecstatic. I ran to her in joy, shouting: “Mother, you are ALIVE!”
Her response: an angry, accusatory, “And why wouldn’t I be alive?”
What I meant to say, in essence, was: Mother, I love you so much. I’m so happy you didn’t kill yourself.
What she heard seemed closer to: Mother, I’m going to tell all the neighbors that you said you’d kill yourself, so you’ll feel ashamed. Your pain is my pleasure.
What she heard wasn’t even close to what I felt. But that misinterpretation fit a pattern—many times, she “heard” me as if I were trying to hurt or shame her. I wasn’t, of course, but whenever I tried to explain that to her, she insisted I was.
Back to you, Honesty55: the people you talk to may not be as mentally unwell as my mother was, but they still have their own mental chatter—stories, fears, and assumptions—they listen to every day. So before sharing more with someone, it might help to ask for feedback on what you’ve already said. That way, you can see whether they’re truly hearing your words, or if they’re mostly responding to their own inner dialogue, which may have little or nothing to do with what you actually said.
With warmth, Anita
anita
ParticipantA life worth living is a life that FEELS like it’s worth living.
A person persistently depressed, be it a teenager, a person in his/ her 20s, 30s, etc… is a person who feels like life is not worth living.
And the hope is that the feeling changes, that a person starts FEELING hopeful.
It comes down to the FEELING vs the THINKING.
There are enough reasons in my life to feel depressed, but I don’t want to feel depressed. Been there too long.
I want to feel hopeful.
Anita
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