Dealing with PTSD

How and why I ended up with PTSD today isn't the important thing (in this post, or in my life). My bottom line is that I've got to deal with that, and "traditional" ways of facing that condition didn't work for me.

Just like the sword of Damocles that is the Void that can make me spiral again into depression and make me try to do maths in order to find the right length of rope, PTSD is just always around the corner.

I'm always wary of PTSD attacks because they can make me slip into the Void, and that becomes even more dangerous.

I try to control the Void with plants, and good books, series, and films.

I had to come up with something (something that's slightly barmy) in order to tame my version of PTSD anxiety.

Writing and good things works for both the Void and PTSD, but when I can feel PTSD creeping up on me, I've discovered that my mild OCD can help a bit because I need rituals. Since nothing (therapy or whatever) helped before, I found out that I can silence the angst playing computer games until quiet comes back.

Last year, a nightmare of a biped at work accused me of things I never was guilty of, and I ended up creating a huge file proving that I was the victim in all this. No one at work thought that it was very important (they believed me, but the guilty twat was never really punished for stressing me). I knew that I was innocent, but the situation started a nasty episode where I had panic attacks, I couldn't sleep properly, and I had very graphic nightmares. For weeks, I was a shadow of myself, and it's only when I realized that playing Mah-jong or Minesweeper could tame the inner monster that I found some relief ['If I win X games, everything's gonna be fine.'].
Right now, I'm away from work, and the people who should be answering me are silent (these bipeds have been silent for weeks, and even if May looks like Swiss cheese on the calendar because of the number of Bank Holidays where we're parked, they should have answered me days ago - coz they can't have been all caught in the same massive accident and be stuck in hospital right now); in consequence, I'm imagining all sorts of apocalyptic scenario that have me ending up living under a bridge or feeding the river fish.
It took me a bit of time to pinpoint the very first signs of a possible PTSD issue, but I can try to do something by writing (and now, you're included in the equation; lucky you) and by playing against the computer until I stop hyperventilating (that's my DIY version of "Let's do something against that sodding PTSD").
Honestly, the panic attacks and general anxiety suck.