Tips To Survive PTSD For People With HSP (Highly Sensitive Personality)
Life is a complex machinery. Its tools and structure is rather hard to wheel for those who feel and sense everything on a different level. People with Highly Sensitive Personality often find to cooperate with events and phenomenons more labyrinthine than others.
Life has rain down on us as a thick darkening curtain of fiery rain from Hell itself and as we sit with our mind and body bleeding, we constantly bounce between giving up permanently or going forward. As a person with extreme sensitivity every day life is a hardship and when this functionality is topped with the process of a traumatic event, one needs to attend to his/herself cautiously. There are days when we feel a bit better, perhaps even experience joy and quietude. Feelings and emotions, even thoughts exchange themselves in a rapidly flickering manner as we crumble on the floor exhausted and deprived from all force of supportive energies.
As you lay airy, your body senseless and moveless, you decide to close your eyes and rest at last. That is when it hits you. That wretched feeling, shadows of fractured pictures emerge as you live it through over and over again. The unspeakable that was spoken and the undoable that has been done. A tight grip, your heart on a wild race while your breath shallows rapidly. And what is curiously terrifying about this process is the fact that most of us go through it completely alone.
Alone, abandoned, forgotten. Misjudged. Mistreated. Utterly abandoned.
Regardless of our friends and family saying ‘this is not the end of the world’ well for some of us, it is. For some of us, the world has ended here, and that is where we live now. In the end of the world.
We are still alive, a community living in exile in the outskirts of existence. Outlaws, outcasts the feelers of complete annihilation gather. Only that they don’t know about the other’s existence. You are not alone. As cliché and bothersome these four words sound, you are not alone. People like you, like us, we are many. We are just invisible. Unheard and unnoticed. But not alone.
The veil thickens and our eyes close, wearily. There is nowhere safe to hide, here the Sun does not shine and there are no birds singing. This is how we live, in the end of the world.
For us food tastes like dust, sleep comes like a white raven and the only thing rocks us to a slumber is the cold rumbling wind that breezes through our hollow chest.
In this world, there is one thing the evil and the good both agrees on: There is always hope. — they say.
In the end of the world, we don’t believe in much. We have lost concept of many things after all the events life has put through us. Love, affection, male, female, hug, kiss, refuge, warmth, hope, future and all sorts of words have lost their meaning completely. We aren’t sure if the degree of our suffering will lead to Hell or to the Awakening itself. We just can’t draw the difference anymore.
In this world, we can approach things in two ways. Materialistically and spiritually.
What can help you materialistically?
It is not right that our sleeping schedule has evaporated, that we lose weight and we don’t live the way that we use to. This is not right. It is very crucial that we understand and acknowledge that the perdition of our health is absolutely no game to play.
In this case we are ought to apply force. Force the food and all the rest. Even if all we taste is bitterness and all we dream is dread. We can try to tease ourselves with our favorite meals and perhaps make our resting place a comfortable sanctuary. If there is dirt, clean it. If it’s dark, draw the curtains. An attempt to live better, a try — is what we need. Take walks. Even if your legs tire and your mind hungers for a shut down. Walk. Gaze around the world and breathe the air. You must eat, and you must try to sleep. The word ‘try’ is what matters. You are a person constructed with a complex mechanism. You have your own personal fuel to nourish you. What is that thing that makes you feel better? Recall it. Act upon it.
Surround yourself with aesthetically pleasant things. Perhaps it is time to buy a pet. If you already have one, try to engage. Animals speak to us in a language our mind does not, but our spirit understands.
Animals absorb our pains and transform it into pure soothing energies. If you can, walk among nature. You’ll discover those levels of freedom that were unknown before. You as an HSP have burdens, unbelievably heavy to bear but there can be somethings done. Your perspective of your burdens can be lifted and placed to a different spot. You can look at your sensitivity in a way that it is rather a magical power, than a curse. As you listen to music for instance you have the power the feel every single beat. To consume every little flicker of the sounds. Every second, every tone holds a feeling to it. Embrace those. Close your eyes and surrender yourself to the power of music completely. In that few minutes while the song is on, there will be no you, no world, no noting. Only sound. A few minutes of escape.
Turn your head around and see the torture you live in — as a power you ought to wield.
What can help you spiritually?
The body, the mind and the spirit. All haunted. There is still, your core that very crystal right in the center of your existence that is untouched. Find that.
You must communicate, even if there are no words coming out. You must speak and tell your surroundings, that ‘I am sorry, today I don’t feel so good.’
Most of them will understand. Some, will not. In this case, try to lift as much unnecessary burden and duty from your shoulder as possible. Stand out for yourself and explain, that you aren’t well. You need time. You need rest. You need whatever you need. If you live in a toxic environment, having a stressful life, try to see a way out. Try to be kind to yourself, good enough to say, ‘I have been through hell, I still am marching across it, and I have done the best I could.’
Try to understand what is the thing/situation that you have and do not have power upon. Acknowledge things both within and out of your scope. Try to understand, that you are doing the utmost best that you can. If you fear solitude and the dark, change your perspective. Let them in, don’t try to shut yourself away from all the bad. Find refuge in the dark. There, no one can see you.
You have tried to be heard, you have tried to be seen. Instead of the light, you were pushed to the darkest pit. Now, you are here permanently destroyed. There is nothing that can repair you now. But perhaps, you do not need to be repaired. After all, you are still alive.
There is life here as well, in the dark end of the world.
This is where the outlaws live. Perhaps you are one of them now. Pity, you say?
I’d say its special. We have seen more and further than any other. We are indeed, special. It is a a cursed privilege to be an outcast. To see, hear and outlive everything that would destroy a human being. There is magic to this. Dark magic you say? Well, at least it’s magic…
