The House With Too Many Alarms 🚨
TESTIMONY/ Living with cPTSD The House with Too Many Alarms There’s a house I live in — not made of wood or brick, but one that sits quietly inside my mind. At a glance, it looks ordinary. But step through the door, and you’ll find a fortress. Walls behind walls. Panic rooms . Hidden doors . Everything engineered for one thing: survival. What Happened to Me I didn’t build this house because I was smart. I built it because I was scared. While some kids played freely, I was learning how to stay invisible. How to avoid being hit. How to breathe without making noise. How to read a room in two seconds flat. That kind of childhood doesn’t teach your brain how to thrive — it teaches it how to scan, assess, avoid, defend. That’s not a defect. That’s design. Why My Brain Works the Way It Does My brain stores memories like landmines. Some I remember too well. Some I can’t access at all. I forget what I was saying mid-sentence. I lose track of days. I feel ...