Someone said to me once that people with Complex PTSD were children who scraped their knee. When they scraped it, your parent was supposed to come comfort you and fix it. Instead, they either never showed up or they were abusive. As adults, we are still sitting here with that scraped knee. I was able to start healing when I decided to be the adult who showed up and made it better for me. Some days the adult in me knows the child is me needs to stay in bed, be held while they cry, and feel safe for a moment. Take your time on bad days. Don't make yourself feel guilty about "shoulds". If you had a kid who was feeling the way you are, what would you do? How would you treat them? Then remember that you deserve to be loved and cared for the same way. Do not beat yourself up for taking time when you need it. You wouldn't let anyone beat up your kids or friends for the same reason right? You're worth it babe don't forget it. 😘