I try to post about whatever seems to be bothering me the most at that specific time in the appropriate support group. I hope this forum brings you some comfort.

I just posted in the PTSD support group. Thanks Sarah

sometimes people don't know how to say what they need to say. start with Introspection (looking within) find questions you want to find answers to and just ask them. the "its a process" is actually more than just a catch phrase. just start speaking and you will find what you really want to say.

For me, there was so much I wanted to say for so many years, but needed the courage to do so. Naysayers might be thinking, geeze, how much courage do you need to post stuff in an anonymous online forum? You'd be surprised (or maybe you wouldn't be) the tricks anxiety can play on your mind and how it can hold you hostage and prisoner within the confines of your own mind for so many years.


The sooner you share, the more headway you can make toward "stabilization," "maintenance" or whatever other descriptive word you care to use to say that you're headed toward a better place than you were just in mentally.

Glad you took the first step NorthernSoul. I've found in my own experience, it gets easier the more you do it.

Just jump in when ur ready, we are all here to share! Glad ur here!

I have went no contact with my family. Living alone. Think I have PTSD and OCD. Get so lonely, i try so hard i keep myself physically fit which is hard....so lonely and no support network!

Welcome to DS. I think many of us are lonely because of past experiences and you can try two things. Do the work to gain more social skills and set boundaries or learn how to be alone and enjoy it. A mixture of both is probably best. Good luck.

My family played with me like a cat plays with it's catch. Then they decided to make their stand and put me in my place. They bonded together and destroyed me. I had a mental breakdown realizing my suspicions were right. They mocked me, renamed me mutton, were two faced and wouldn't spit on me if I were on fire. They decided they were better than me and they were embarrassed of me. I worked for the United States postal service as a letter carrier. I was trusted and respected by the community. My family struggled while I made a lot of money. They may have assumed I carried one letter in my bag all day for one person, them. They were envious. I believe they were satisfied to see me lose it all to drugs and alcohol. I was below them and as far as they were concerned they deserved that job and I never did. It's that pitiful. I think the inbred people in the movie Deliverance have more sense to live by.

I ignored my gut instinct when I thought they disliked me as a person. I didn't know how it was so easy for them to disown me. I hung in hoping they'd change. They only kept slowly revealing their true animosity toward me. I kept asking myself if my suspicions were right. They were beyond cruel. It was as if I was no better than a stranger to them. I pretended I was wrong. I was a glutton for punishment. I was an inconvenience to my mother my whole life. I will never understand why my mother never bonded to me. It's not my fault. It's just too bad. I have to continue learning lessons other people don't because they were raised by parents and prepared to survive in this society.

NorthernSoul, just start small...with whatever is on your mind or impacting you at the moment. As you share, hopefully you will find benefit to share more. You mention that youj have gone to no contact with your family. I'm sure there are valid reasons and you might find comfort if you share your experiences a little bit at a time. I hope you are doing well.