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Christmas is coming. I am still dealing with family dysfunction. This time I of year, I want to go to Heaven. If you have read my posts in , My Uncomfortable Mind, over the past 15 years, you know that I have too much PTSD and most of my family doesn’t understand or has emphasized support. I have tried to talk to family members, they deny my horrible experiences in childhood, but they never took me away from the hell I experienced. All I have is my husband Frank Willwerth. He is like one of God’s angels. But still I feel lost, like “what is that point? I have tried for decades to help my family and work out issues and renounced mistreatment, but I am thrown away like a piece of trash. It is much easier for those, to make me look like a piece of shit, for speaking out, than for those who care to admit that they have fucked up, so many times. As far as my own mother goes, for months, that I have not had contact, more and more, I have been having deep memories and flashbacks. I have found that too many people don’t have empathy. Too many people don’t want to be be involved or help out.

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I’m Christine

My name is Christine and I am almost 45 years old. This is my very first blog. I am writing because I feel like I am living in a closet. But I am not gay, I am mentally ill, I have Schizoaffective Disorder. I also have PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). Not many people know this about me. I have been fearful of “coming out”, because, frankly, the human population has not always been kind to people with mental illness. But isn’t it time that we come to accept all of our bothers & sisters, regardless of their differences?

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