How do you relate to the people in your life with PTSD?
This post is part of a series of poems dedicated to my girlfriend. She has PTSD and severe anxiety and you will understand her story with each post. Each time I learn something about the mental conditions she lives with, I add a “part” to the series. Please read Part 1 and Part 2 of her story and the lessons she’s taught me.
The Night Harpies of Terror-
The demons attack, when she’s sleeping at night,
I feel her twitching beside.
Their shredded wings spread, their chipped talons slash,
She always in terror to hide.
She awakens from choking, from a former attack,
That cut off the breath of her life.
And whispered to me to hold her tight,
So I roll over; I do what is right.
She cries silently, under muted sobs,
And doesn’t want me to hear.
Afraid that I’ll yell, or repeat it all,
I don’t blame her, from feeling her fear.
She lives in terror; an over shoulder attack,
That comes whenever it wants.
And I’ve learned to adjust, to help her with this,
She’s taught me to be the man that I must.
She’s grown on me, and taught me her life,
My mouth hangs open in awe.
For I’m getting her condition, her PTSD
I’m beginning to understand it all.
Do you have suggestions for supporting people with PTSD? Will you share them with us?