Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Support Group
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I think the worst feeling I've ever felt is that of being seemingly invisible ... non-existant. My needs are minimal; I've learned to be self reliant and creative and strong. It's not often that I reach out for help or support. When I do, whatever brings me to that point is serious, usually life threatening as it is now and I find myself feeling invisible even though I'm crying out. Before cPTSD sidelined me I spent a lifetime supporting, giving, helping those that I could and those that I couldn't I tried to help them find a way to get their basic needs met. I am stupid enough to believe that what goes around comes around; pay it forward. I've never been more wrong in my life. The monumental struggle and battle I've waged these past few years to stay alive each day has been for naught. I cannot get through this alone. I have an enemy inside my body (cancer); I don't even know the primary origin of it yet but I feel it's already won. My strength is spent. I have no more will, no fight. I am as weak and vulnerable as the day I came into this world. I am but a whimper that will fade away I suppose.
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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...
I s'pose there is also room to debate the repression within the conditions which convinced me I had this super power to begin with. . . 5th of 11 children crammed into the back of a station wagon in a travelling freak show. . . The times I felt invisible might have been the happiest moments of my childhood. Maybe. I'm not sure which yardstick to measure by.
Gentle empathy, S.O.M. It be a mind-warping space to navigate.
Keep posting and letting us know how you are doing.
I won't be back ... I have solid boundaries and you've crossed them.
I hope you continue to reach out when you need support. I care, you have my empathy
Sending support, strength & many prayers
Gentle hug <3