Hello fellow BroMo. I too, suffer from PTSD. I think it evolved to CPTSD as it involved one of my children for about 1.5 years.

Everyday feels like a prison to me. I scour nERDF looking for clues that I may be reunited with my children “on the other side” when my soul isn’t in absolute torture every day. These days are hard. Especially since my kids are so young. My oldest will know I died. She will wonder why, and how. My youngest will just accept that mama isn’t coming home anymore.

As much as this place gives me grief, those two souls are really the only reason I kick my ass out of bed every morning. If you need someone to vent to, I am here.