This touched a part of me that felt I needed to share this. It is posted on Facebook. If you follow the link it will take you to your Facebook page because that is way the link is designed. I do not know anyone's Facebook information except my own.
Several years ago my husband gave me a beautiful necklace with two open hearts. He watches me struggle through the quagmire of PTSD. He encourages and stands by me through thick or thin. He also has healthy boundaries and goes to sleep when I can't. Occasionally, I feel jealous. Sleep can be elusive. Close-heart seems safe if you call self inflicted prison safe. Opening my heart to myself is an ongoing process of accepting who I am and where I am going. Open-hearted is scary and awesomely powerful. Open-hearted allows me to connect with others that at one time in my life, I didn't believe was possible. Warming hearts and creating an environment that encourages open-hearted choices takes effort and time but so worth it.