As a 57-year-old man grappling with PTSD, I’ve often felt like I was alone in this struggle. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the constant anxiety - it can be overwhelming at times. But I’ve come to realize that seeking help and connecting with others who understand what I’m going through has been a game changer. Whether it’s through therapy, support groups, or simply talking to a friend, I’ve learned that it’s okay to ask for help. It’s not a sign of weakness, but a step towards healing. And while it’s a daily battle, I’ve also found moments of peace within myself. Whether it’s going for a walk, practicing mindfulness, or engaging in a hobby I love, I’ve discovered ways to manage my symptoms and find comfort. It’s a journey, but I’m hopeful for the future and the potential for greater peace and joy.