Hello everyone,
I'm here because it's 2am, and I've spent the past hour in a crippling pile of suffering because a white car drove slowly past my house and a man across the way always stares at me, this having had started only after my partners house was broken into by three armed men whom robbed her(of my stuff) and said they'd be back if there was trouble. The police didn't get them, but the police had been called. This was four months ago. But since then I see the white Saturn follow us when we walk at night and I swear the man across the road knows something because I was supposed to be at her hour just moments before the robbery and hes always out there looking this way. I might be crazy, we might be in danger (but people tell me probibly not) I might have PTSD, its a mystery and its killing me. I lost a substancial amount of weight. Afraid to go home when out, afraid to be inside when home, afraid to not be able to hear what happening outside. And Im so so poor now theres no way I can ever afford to see a pro unless I was dealing again so here I am. Other people don't seem as "out of it" as I am. Is that normal?
I've been pondering the thought that maybe theres something wrong with me for like 2 months now, just setting it aside and its like its just getting worce and more crippling.
In this state of more erradic swings of pure hate, hopelessness, guilt, terror, distrust, even blood lust wich is crazy too come from me. We were just happy little artists stoned with our artist friends and they stomped all over it because they saw two small women with something they wanted.
Thank you for your time.
I'm here because it's 2am, and I've spent the past hour in a crippling pile of suffering because a white car drove slowly past my house and a man across the way always stares at me, this having had started only after my partners house was broken into by three armed men whom robbed her(of my stuff) and said they'd be back if there was trouble. The police didn't get them, but the police had been called. This was four months ago. But since then I see the white Saturn follow us when we walk at night and I swear the man across the road knows something because I was supposed to be at her hour just moments before the robbery and hes always out there looking this way. I might be crazy, we might be in danger (but people tell me probibly not) I might have PTSD, its a mystery and its killing me. I lost a substancial amount of weight. Afraid to go home when out, afraid to be inside when home, afraid to not be able to hear what happening outside. And Im so so poor now theres no way I can ever afford to see a pro unless I was dealing again so here I am. Other people don't seem as "out of it" as I am. Is that normal?
I've been pondering the thought that maybe theres something wrong with me for like 2 months now, just setting it aside and its like its just getting worce and more crippling.
In this state of more erradic swings of pure hate, hopelessness, guilt, terror, distrust, even blood lust wich is crazy too come from me. We were just happy little artists stoned with our artist friends and they stomped all over it because they saw two small women with something they wanted.
Thank you for your time.
