I'm struggling so much. I don't even know if I believe I have PTSD or if I'm right and I really am going to die.
Before, I was happy, successful, popular. I miss the person I was so much. I'd always had some anxiety and OCD, and disturbing thoughts about death from a very young age (about 4), but it didn't significantly interfere with my life.
My 'trauma' came to a head in August. I'm very confused about it, and everything leading up to it. From others' perspective my life was never at risk. But I knew I was going to die. I knew and I thought I couldn't escape it. It has affected me so profoundly that nearly every minute of every day since has been what I can only describe as a nightmare. Or just a bad dream, in better times.
Of course I can't work now. I can't see anybody. I can barely eat and have lost a lot of weight, and I was slim to begin with. I've had to move in with my mother. There is never a moment of pleasure or relief or relaxation.
I didn't die in the way I thought I would. Not yet, anyway. I thought it would be under general anaesthetic. But I managed to avoid that operation and had it under local instead. But things keep seeming to go wrong. How can I escape it? How can anybody forget a feeling like that? My doctors say I am quite well physically and all that is wrong is my mental state. But I have increasing pain behind my pubic bone and in my uterus and I think maybe this is it now. It's coming for me after all.
I don't know what it is. Cervical or uterine, I expect. But maybe it's my bladder. My mother is going to arrange a hysteroscopy. I don't want it because I'm scared of what they'll find. But what else can I do.
I can feel my death coming. There are moments in the last four months that I relive over and over. And it's still just going on. I can see no future for me. No partner, no children, no life at all. Just my death coming. I have survived four months longer than I thought. But there's only so long I can outrun this thing. I worked so hard to escape it. But I don't think I can.
I love my mother so much. I am her only child. I don't want to leave her. And I'm afraid to die.
Before, I was happy, successful, popular. I miss the person I was so much. I'd always had some anxiety and OCD, and disturbing thoughts about death from a very young age (about 4), but it didn't significantly interfere with my life.
My 'trauma' came to a head in August. I'm very confused about it, and everything leading up to it. From others' perspective my life was never at risk. But I knew I was going to die. I knew and I thought I couldn't escape it. It has affected me so profoundly that nearly every minute of every day since has been what I can only describe as a nightmare. Or just a bad dream, in better times.
Of course I can't work now. I can't see anybody. I can barely eat and have lost a lot of weight, and I was slim to begin with. I've had to move in with my mother. There is never a moment of pleasure or relief or relaxation.
I didn't die in the way I thought I would. Not yet, anyway. I thought it would be under general anaesthetic. But I managed to avoid that operation and had it under local instead. But things keep seeming to go wrong. How can I escape it? How can anybody forget a feeling like that? My doctors say I am quite well physically and all that is wrong is my mental state. But I have increasing pain behind my pubic bone and in my uterus and I think maybe this is it now. It's coming for me after all.
I don't know what it is. Cervical or uterine, I expect. But maybe it's my bladder. My mother is going to arrange a hysteroscopy. I don't want it because I'm scared of what they'll find. But what else can I do.
I can feel my death coming. There are moments in the last four months that I relive over and over. And it's still just going on. I can see no future for me. No partner, no children, no life at all. Just my death coming. I have survived four months longer than I thought. But there's only so long I can outrun this thing. I worked so hard to escape it. But I don't think I can.
I love my mother so much. I am her only child. I don't want to leave her. And I'm afraid to die.