Whale_bones
Specialist
- Feb 11, 2020
- 318
Even with all the effects of PTSD that will be there forever, my mind is a vast, imaginative world. I want to create art, I want to explore, I want to experience. There are a thousand simple pleasures that are now unachievable dreams. I would relish sitting in nature and just watching the still trees of a forest, hearing the birds chirp, feeling crisp wind as it passes.
Hearing the highs and lows of an instrument as it's played in front of you, identifying the harmonies in a chorus of voices and being swept up in a crescendo. The moment of recognition on a friend's face when they first see you and their expression changes to one of warmth and welcoming.
My mind desperately wants to battle on, to be given at least the chance to experience these things again. But my disease has taken every possibility from me, because I need my body as a vehicle to accomplish anything.
It's been at the point of not able to walk, can't lift things, can't do normal tasks for several years now. But it seems like I can NEVER wrap my mind around it. How could I?! The disconnect is huge, it makes no sense to still be living and have a mind that can imagine so much, yet a body that is so trapped. It's cruel in so many ways.
Anyone else with a progressive/severe condition that feels the same?
Hearing the highs and lows of an instrument as it's played in front of you, identifying the harmonies in a chorus of voices and being swept up in a crescendo. The moment of recognition on a friend's face when they first see you and their expression changes to one of warmth and welcoming.
My mind desperately wants to battle on, to be given at least the chance to experience these things again. But my disease has taken every possibility from me, because I need my body as a vehicle to accomplish anything.
It's been at the point of not able to walk, can't lift things, can't do normal tasks for several years now. But it seems like I can NEVER wrap my mind around it. How could I?! The disconnect is huge, it makes no sense to still be living and have a mind that can imagine so much, yet a body that is so trapped. It's cruel in so many ways.
Anyone else with a progressive/severe condition that feels the same?