I was diagnosed with PTSD November 2, 2016. It's finally official that the parents I was born to mistreated me, though neither of them want to believe they did, and the person who caused it doesn't know. We've been getting along better, and I don't want him to know for fear it will ruin our progress. I've been doing well so far, though I've been having blackout nightmares, at least I'm sleeping. I started on a medication they use to prevent nightmares and help with insomnia, so I've been doing better. My battle's over, but my war has just begun…that's from the Transformers theme song, to those who don't know that.
Also, My brother's engaged, and his fiancé's become a really good friend of mine. She's been almost more help than the meds have. With our similar history, I'm surprised she hasn't been diagnosed with the same thing yet…
