At 46, I never imagined that I would still be grappling with the effects of my traumatic childhood. Dealing with PTSD caused by my parents has been an uphill battle, but I refuse to let it define me. I have found solace in therapy and support groups, where I can openly discuss my struggles with others who understand. It’s an ongoing process, but I am slowly learning to set boundaries and prioritize my own mental health. I have also found comfort in mindfulness and meditation, which have helped me manage my symptoms and find moments of peace. While the road to healing is long and challenging, I hold onto hope for a brighter future. I encourage anyone else going through a similar experience to seek help and surround themselves with understanding and compassionate individuals. We are not alone in this journey, and there is always hope for healing.