Today’s previously scheduled post on anxiety has been postponed … due to PTSD.

I really should know better than to plan my posts. But it’s Mental Health Awareness Month and I’ve dealt with depression, anxiety, and PTSD – more importantly, I’ve survived all three. So, I decided that’s what I needed to share, in that order, this May, what someone else may need to hear.

Except I watched a movie yesterday that’s thrown a wrench in that plan. Or, more likely, this is exactly what I need to share today.

See, I saw a seizure last night. Not a real one, not in my son. A fake one, in a movie. I actually critiqued it at first. Until the actor got a little more realistic. Until he came to after the seizure with drool spilling out of his mouth as he dazedly tried to sit up…just like Cody.

Ironically, “Dog” is a movie about two Army Rangers – one human, one dog – who have been medically discharged with traumatic brain injuries…and PTSD.

We’re all broken in so many ways.

Divorce.

Job loss.

Health issues.

A fake seizure in a movie that was supposed to help me escape my life, not mirror it. Not trigger the need to hide in my bedroom for 20 minutes until the tears stopped.

These shattered places can cut us at any time.

Depression.  Anxiety.  Trauma.

Does it matter what it’s clinically labeled? No, it’s all just brokenness.

It’s Mental Health Awareness Month. And I’m very aware of mine today. And that’s really the most important step. I can’t heal what I can’t see.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted. 

Isaiah 61:1