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Mike's avatar

I had always thought I was immune from PTSD. Then, out of the blue, heart failure - the heart racing at more than twice its normal speed - and part of the cure for me was to realise my own trauma from the lockdowns, the long, long wait for promised justice and the ridicule and estrangement from those who thought I was crazy. So, Martin, I resonate very much with what you've written. Those raspberries won't taste properly sweet when until you see Tony Blair (and I see Jacinda Ardern) in their new orange jumpsuits.

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Paul Daniel's avatar

Yep. Been there. My solution? Acceptance. Looking back, I should have died many times in my life (I did lots of stupid, risky stuff and walked away unscathed - I’m just clearing the 4th chronic illness the doctors said would kill me, etc.,) and I’ve concluded I was protected and preserved for some reason - I think by divine hands. The last five years or so have convinced me more than ever that I’m an immortal spirit in a temporary meat suit and that whilst my experiences result partly from free will I am also under divine control/guidance. So, what’s to worry about? Certainly not death. The suffering of others definitely and I do what I can to alleviate that but I now leave worrying about the big picture on God’s mighty shoulders. What will be will be and I shall accept whatever it is with a smile and a laugh. Earthquake in Kent? Well what a surprise! 😊 House burnt down? No more repainting required or grass to mow. Car run out of fuel in a crisis? Then I’ll walk or cycle in the sunshine as I enjoyed as a child. As for important soft fruits - I freeze’m. 😂

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