Are you battling PTSD?
Or is a family member or friend battling PTSD?
You know that PTSD is a beast
Can this beast be tamed?
This is a story about my personal battle with PTSD. It's a beast that was determined to destroy me and everyone and everything that I loved. For the longest time, I relived Vietnam in my thoughts and emotions. I heard explosions going off inside of me constantly. I had nightmares, flashbacks, and panic attacks.
What changed me? Or rather Who changed me? Jesus changed me. He is the beast master, and He taught me to be a beast master too. I'm no longer a slave to PTSD, and, friend, this can be your story too.
