Early in my recovery I had many thinking errors, or mental actions based on a false belief system. I had a thinking dichotomy that reflected an "either or" proposition, an "If this then that" codification and a black or white opposition. A mind mostly grounded in defensive mechanisms.
When I had the realization of my condition, that a name could be assigned, I felt an immense relief. But then it hit me that nothing had changed at all! I expected this awareness would have a greater impact than it did. What I did find in this new perception, a deep profoundness and discernment which had escaped me before, I finally found myself to be no longer alone.
I thought with finally learning what I had, or what was wrong with me (PTSD), it would be more helpful than it actually was. In the back of my mind I believed I was literally crazy until I learned about my malady. I had the thought that by knowing what was "wrong" with me, that in someway I would get better. I assumed this knowledge would somehow cause a shift in my thinking. I had expectations of my enlightenment to be more profound than it was, nothing changed except that I now knew more than I did before. My mind at this time could not fathom that I had become a member of the walking wounded.
It hit me just recently that; information can lead to knowledge but not necessarily to wisdom.