on trauma and instagram captions.
buckle up, folks. this read won't be a light one. my idea for this post came from me trying to get some old photos of myself from instagram for a tweet and i fell down a rabbit trail of rereading some of my old captions. most of the things i read were just happy nostalgia and memories of a decent life, but i became frustrated when i looked back to the time of my trauma. (i've said this before a few times, but please don't ask what the trauma was. it's not good to ask an individual that when they have PTSD, as it risks them dealing with flashbacks, nightmares, and other unsafe symptoms.) i grew up in my share of turmoil, particularly during my very early childhood and my teenage years. those years alone did not bring me the illness of PTSD that i have today, but the trauma i experienced as a young adult linked all of those experiences together and some structures in my brain drastically changed in how they function. here's a few of them in bullet point form (i love