Would you?

I have recieved both support and backlash for my previous posting. To those who find me "kind of a mess" and you feel that I use my 3 beautiful children simply as an excuse,.....I say this....First of all, I have 3 children. It's a fact, not an excuse. They are beautiful and wild and all mine. They are not a mistake or an accident and NOT an excuse. Secondly, did you know that PTSD actually permanently alters the brain by shrinking the Hippocampus. Don't believe me? Google it! I did. Here is just one article I found.

It's Not Just Psychological



While such symptoms are commonly understood to be psychological problems, some or all of them may well be related to the physical effects of extreme stress on the brain.
Recent studies have shown that victims of childhood abuse and combat veterans actually experience physical changes to the hippocampus, a part of the brain involved in learning and memory, as well as in the handling of stress.(5) The hippocampus also works closely with the medial prefrontal cortex, an area of the brain that regulates our emotional response to fear and stress. PTSD sufferers often have impairments in one or both of these brain regions. Studies of children have found that these impairments can lead to problems with learning and academic achievement.
Other typical symptoms of PTSD in children, including fragmentation of memory, intrusive memories, flashbacks, dissociation (or the unconscious separation of some mental processes from the others, e.g., a mismatch between facial expression and thought or mood), and pathological ("sick") emotions, may also be related to impairment of the hippocampus.(6) Damage to the hippocampus, which processes memory, may explain why victims of childhood abuse often seem to have incomplete or delayed recall of their abusive experiences
 
So, here is my question.....If I came home missing an arm, a leg, a hand, or had half my face blown off, would you treat me differently? Would you cut me just a little more slack? Would you feel more sympathy? Let me assure you,...I am wounded. The only difference, is my war wounds are internal. Be not mistaken, just because you can't see it, doesn't mean that it isn't there. So, to those who find me to be an unfit mother/wife/friend/daughter/sister, please remember this.....I have deep scars just like those who were hit by the shrapnel. So, would you please be more understanding and cut me some slack? Because just as others have to go to physical therapy, I require a different kind of therapy and it really does involve the love and support of those around me.