SSRI's, it must be said, are also handy tools for narcissists to control people with PTSD, including people they themselves have also traumatized.
Psychiatrists can't bill unless there is a diagnosis, and with it must come a prescription. So be cautious. Maybe seek a sociologist or
I have it, and due to a medical interaction, could not take anti-depressants, though suicide from the constant physical pain was something my doctors
feared. I had a grand-mal seizure from using them at first, so it was off the table pretty quickly. Believe it or not, some family members who
preferred me in a doormat state insisted that I take them, to put up with their mistreatment better. At least that is how it played out.
Being forced to deal with things, however, and a great male/female therapist combo saved me. I learned to cut ties with people who were stopping my
recovery from PTSD. Taking care of myself is a full-time job, but I still have my sexuality and my creativity, and the negative people I have to keep
out of my life for my own survival.
Turns out that it is not so bad.
I am not knocking meds at all, but it is worth a try to get the bad tooth out, instead of continuing to use toothache pain-relievers, if you catch my
drift. The pain is ten times worse when the meds wear off, whereas letting the pain be treated, then actually addressed, will lead to times when we
don't need that pain-relief to get through tough times.
Coping with the pain and flashbacks of PTSD is what makes us able to cope with the pain. Every time we get through it with a minimum of Big Pharma
help, if that is possible for us, we get stronger and more able to do the same thing next time.
Stressed out a thousand times a day by simple things that tear your nerves apart like you're in a tornado, but it is a sunny day? Then, like a
thousand push-ups, we cope a thousand times and get super strong because of it.
Yeah, the first few days are hell, and there is hell waiting, but it is only a temporary hell. If we are here right now, we have survived the actual
hell. Coping = reminding ourselves that it is a different day today. Days don't repeat exactly, no matter what details seem to.
This date is not the same as the date that event occurred. I am not the same person I was on that/those days.
Et cetera. Good luck and God bless. And yes, the green is our friend.