People who have gone through trauma often wish for things that seem impossible to have.
Something was familiar about the gardening and the painting. There was a time in my life when I gardened and painted incessantly so I didn’t have to think, remember, dread the day, fear the night, or cry my eyes out. Every day for six years.
Today I saw a question posted online: “How can I find someone who really understands what I’m going through?”
This question reflects a deep need in people with PTSD.