As promised, I’m once again logging back on to give an update of how I fared with surgery given my post-PANS PTSD.
In case you missed it, make sure you read Part 1. Otherwise, this post won’t be quite as meaningful.
The night after I wrote my last post, I must have slept for about twenty minutes. I didn’t get to bed until 1:45, and not even 100 mg of Seroquel was enough to stop the anxiety that kept me awake. All I could think about were all of the PTSD triggers I was about to encounter. I can’t do it, I thought to myself.
Continue reading “Do the Thing You Think You Cannot Do: Overcoming PANS PTSD Triggers”
Today, I live my life free from PANS psychiatric shackles and its medical mayhem. At this point, I’ve mostly forgotten where I came from and how sick I used to be. PANS no longer affects me… or so I think.
Years ago, I was able to lock away the feelings of terror and despair that were once my constant companions. I now choose to live in the present and do my best to make the most of this second chance at life I’ve been given. Why think about the horrors of the past when I can make a new and better future for myself?
Continue reading “Life After PANS: When PTSD Makes It Not Really Over”