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for sw, my safest person The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their waves. The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, than the mighty waves of the sea.Psalm 93:3-4, NKJV I watched the helicopter rise from the hospital helipad, each thunderous throb of its propellers coursing through my body like a terrible shockwave. We were sitting in a beautiful garden outside the hospital while our son slept on the tenth floor. The sun shone warmly and a magnificent hydrangea bush nodded in the gentle breeze beside us. But I was not present. I was in the dark, standing on a lonely platform looking up into the night sky seven… Read More

@audreycfrank To read Part One: When You Are the One Suffering From PTSD, click here. Part Two: When Your Loved One Suffers From PTSD When a loved one suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, life can be very fragile. Some individuals hide the trauma, disappearing deep inside themselves and refusing to talk about it. Others lash out at the people who love them the most. PTSD is unpredictable and painful. Caregivers can experience secondary effects like shame and guilt, straining relationships to the breaking point, causing confusion, misunderstanding, and more pain. It may take many years for the one with PTSD to find words to explain to a loved one why he or she withdraws unexpectedly or lashes out in anger and fear. When you… Read More

@audreycfrank Part One: When You are the One Suffering from PTSD "Don't trigger me!" one teen said to another as they dissolved into laughter. The phrase has become casual and funny in popular culture, but underneath the laughter there is a kernel of truth. For those who suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), a trigger can come unexpectedly, throwing them into a tailspin of fear and anxiety. [tweet_box design="default" float="none"]Recognizing the signs of #PTSD and knowing how to respond can make all the difference.[/tweet_box] One of the most indelible memories of PTSD for me happened one clear morning in Africa when a trigger interupted my life, warping reality. The old green Scout was my rescue car that day, the only reliable source of transportation available… Read More