Travel and PTSD

I can’t ever seem to find the words to describe how living with my BPD and it’s accompanying PTSD affects me, and this person has done a great job. So I’m sharing her (I believe it’s a woman) words with you. I actually feel a bit better with strangers, as they have no connections that tend to trigger me (usually), but the underlying stress reactions are present for me nearly daily with different triggers. I also don’t have a support system as she does, which might make my situation harder…but I don’t know that for sure. Anyway, read on if you want a glimpse into life with BPD and PTSD.

HarsH ReaLiTy

I love the ocean. The sound of it feeds my soul and grounds me. I can sit and watch the ocean for hours. It’s huge, sometimes angry and wavy, sometimes calm and clear. I love the taste and feel of the salt water on my skin and lips. It’s different and well, oceany. Also, I love the smell of the salt air. It touches something deep, deep inside of me. A knowing, a presence, a connectedness.

I live in MN which is nowhere near the ocean. When I get close to the ocean, and my senses begin to come alive, I know I’m now on vacation. Ah, vacation! I was once that person who worked to go on vacation. Road trip? Yep, I was the first person to raise my hand and jump in the car. I love to explore, I love new places, I love new people. I understand that my little…

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