Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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last nights lesson at group was Admit
I have trouble finding people I trust. In my experience people aren’t who they say they are. I give chances and I don’t see the obvious flags. I need to figure this out. I can’t deal with my head. I’ve been home all week because of daycare issues and now they’re with dad and I want to hide in my bed and not come out all day. I have not felt this depressed, confused and hopeless in six years. It took me five years to understand why I was so out of sorts. I CANT WAIT THAT LONG THIS TKME!!!!
I’m so done. Overcooked. Burnt. Disgustingly blackened. Unusable. I can not keep doing this. I need to get out of my head but there’s no one to talk to and I don’t know what to say. I actually journaled but there’s not even a question there. I can not in one sentence describe what is causing my trouble and pain and heartache right now. I can not wrap my mind around my life. And I don’t feel like I can function. I’m not okay.
But here I go. One foot in front of the other, headed into work with a smile on my face. I feel like the frog that boils to death in a pot of water because he doesn’t notice it’s getting hot. I’m noticing something but I can’t tell what it is. Is it me? Is it others? Is it how I perceive others? Is it something else entirely? Is something else wrong with me?
I can not do this. Why can’t I do this? What is wrong with me?
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
Be patient with the process, Marah. Keep practicing.
I have the hardest time putting this into words. I was younger, I was so desparate to get away from my family...that I would except almost anyone. I gave time, and effort and money to people who used me without shame. Red flags...hey they're pretty...I went towards them.
Then as a new parent...I'm not sure that anyone is as vulnerable as a parent with preschoolers. I still have nightmares about those years. Stress got so bad that my face started to tick...to literally tick.
I wish that I could offer more than hugs, Patti