VikVikViktorious
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Just as a brief history- my "uncle" molested me - it began when I was 18 and manifested at 30 (about 9 months ago) when a toddler innocently bouncing in my lap began arousing me.
Years 18-30 were filled with love, then divorce, then nonstop promiscuity like strip clubs and excessive drinking and pot smoking.
The thing is- through these years- I was able to find happiness. I was that lovable, helpless fellow that got really f*cked up all the time, had no filter while running his mouth, but was always in a cheerful mood and generally a delight to be around.
I was that guy that made sure there would never be a dull moment - and really didn't mind being the center of attention even if it was just me getting roasted for how chaotically I lived my life. It was all under control- and it was nonstop gambling and strip clubs and fun with friends.
Then get a "real job" at 30- right after that lil incident with the 2-year old - and my brain just flips the f*ck out. Guilt melted my every breath. My heart raced dibilating anxiety. Within 2-3 months, I was convinced I would have to either turn myself in to the police or commit suicide in order to relieve this guilt that really didn't even make complete sense.
Due to my little sisters insistence I sought therapy (despite my irrational fear of the mandate reporting law) and after just 2 sessions she said PTSD. I was avoiding friends, struggling at my new job, and hiding in my bedroom barely even saying hi to my own roommates.
Shit, I need to get to the point here. Thanks if you're still reading :).
So the thing that is hitting me the hardest is that weed just doesn't work anymore. It used to be my rock. It worked every f*cking time- and I had no qualms with it as it really wasn't like addictive - it was just basically like a reward for waking up in the morning. Lol
But now - I still smoke here and there (along with the Zoloft I'm on and klonopin and gabas) but it just doesn't do it for me like it used to. Now i get anxious while smoking. Now when I'm at the casino I'm doing it run away- not because I love it. I don't even go to the strip club anymore, and as a pretty damn good looking 31 year old with a good job- I'm terrified to date.
I guess I'm just curious if anyone has ever gone through something like this. I'm desperately trying to do the things that used to work - the things that I once loved so dearly and that defined me- but to no avail.
Is it possible that I can just quit smoking pot and gambling for a bit as I allow my brain to recover from its trauma, then go back to doing it like I used to? is that an irrational thing to strive for?
Just eager to hear some thoughts! Thanks
Years 18-30 were filled with love, then divorce, then nonstop promiscuity like strip clubs and excessive drinking and pot smoking.
The thing is- through these years- I was able to find happiness. I was that lovable, helpless fellow that got really f*cked up all the time, had no filter while running his mouth, but was always in a cheerful mood and generally a delight to be around.
I was that guy that made sure there would never be a dull moment - and really didn't mind being the center of attention even if it was just me getting roasted for how chaotically I lived my life. It was all under control- and it was nonstop gambling and strip clubs and fun with friends.
Then get a "real job" at 30- right after that lil incident with the 2-year old - and my brain just flips the f*ck out. Guilt melted my every breath. My heart raced dibilating anxiety. Within 2-3 months, I was convinced I would have to either turn myself in to the police or commit suicide in order to relieve this guilt that really didn't even make complete sense.
Due to my little sisters insistence I sought therapy (despite my irrational fear of the mandate reporting law) and after just 2 sessions she said PTSD. I was avoiding friends, struggling at my new job, and hiding in my bedroom barely even saying hi to my own roommates.
Shit, I need to get to the point here. Thanks if you're still reading :).
So the thing that is hitting me the hardest is that weed just doesn't work anymore. It used to be my rock. It worked every f*cking time- and I had no qualms with it as it really wasn't like addictive - it was just basically like a reward for waking up in the morning. Lol
But now - I still smoke here and there (along with the Zoloft I'm on and klonopin and gabas) but it just doesn't do it for me like it used to. Now i get anxious while smoking. Now when I'm at the casino I'm doing it run away- not because I love it. I don't even go to the strip club anymore, and as a pretty damn good looking 31 year old with a good job- I'm terrified to date.
I guess I'm just curious if anyone has ever gone through something like this. I'm desperately trying to do the things that used to work - the things that I once loved so dearly and that defined me- but to no avail.
Is it possible that I can just quit smoking pot and gambling for a bit as I allow my brain to recover from its trauma, then go back to doing it like I used to? is that an irrational thing to strive for?
Just eager to hear some thoughts! Thanks