Whirlwind
Gold Member
Happy HAPPY New Year to everyone......
This year I did it. I never thought I could, would...I thought my life had come full circle despite all of my efforts to the contrary.
Honestly, given my age....these last years, the debacle that became my life. I can't lie, I thought I was done, I was ready to check out. Perhaps that is what finally gave me the courage? Last survival instinct? Finally accepting my truth?
I got out of my abusive relationship. I was so ashamed of where I found myself late in life and it had triggered a massive upheaval of my old stuff...my PTSD emerged with a vengeance which also kept me stuck. A therapist who didn't believe me...he wasn't a bad person but naive? but all these years he cast my situation as PTSD and flashbacks.....
I almost didn't make it. It was ugly getting free and some bad things happened along the way. I had some awful experiences with DV and some wonderful ones.
But I kept going.....as many "bad" things that happened, very good ones did too. The outcome was entirely unexpected too.
What I am trying to say is the fears that kept me stuck were valid but I did not consider that some good things would happen too. It doesn't just go one way! Going to my first DV meeting was beyond humiliating....and I found support and camaraderie that I could never have imagined.
I just kept going. I should also add I am utterly isolated, zero friends anymore and I have no living family. To say I am alone is an understatement.
I planned for some time.....and finally just did it, threw myself over the cliff in a last ditch effort. I cannot adequately describe how scared I was, my PTSD was raging and I still did it.
I am older, alone, and now I have to start over. I am dealing with some health issues, I just had major surgery...alone. No visitors, no help. I did it. My doc was concerned..but the nurses sweet and I ended up with a lovely young woman as my roomie...she was a chatterbox. LOL. Again, it wasn't as scary as I feared. Not optimal but very ok.
.....it is daunting but I wake up these days happy, a little scared sometimes but I have ideas, things I want to do. I get giddy over the little things. I feared my loneliness too. I am NOT lonely, I talk to the clerks at the store, random people, a neighbor. I am critter sitting now, and I am volunteering at an animal shelter. I love it.
Its a start. I hurt for anyone that has experienced DV, early on or later in life. I had both, seemed like my life was destined for abuse.
Just do it.
It sounds impossible but its just that, throw yourself off the cliff and let it unfold. Go to a DV meeting...just do one thing. Its the beginning of your new life. It took me 8 months once it began...that was it and here I am. Decades of crap over in just 8 months.
Can you imagine?
Whirlwind
This year I did it. I never thought I could, would...I thought my life had come full circle despite all of my efforts to the contrary.
Honestly, given my age....these last years, the debacle that became my life. I can't lie, I thought I was done, I was ready to check out. Perhaps that is what finally gave me the courage? Last survival instinct? Finally accepting my truth?
I got out of my abusive relationship. I was so ashamed of where I found myself late in life and it had triggered a massive upheaval of my old stuff...my PTSD emerged with a vengeance which also kept me stuck. A therapist who didn't believe me...he wasn't a bad person but naive? but all these years he cast my situation as PTSD and flashbacks.....
I almost didn't make it. It was ugly getting free and some bad things happened along the way. I had some awful experiences with DV and some wonderful ones.
But I kept going.....as many "bad" things that happened, very good ones did too. The outcome was entirely unexpected too.
What I am trying to say is the fears that kept me stuck were valid but I did not consider that some good things would happen too. It doesn't just go one way! Going to my first DV meeting was beyond humiliating....and I found support and camaraderie that I could never have imagined.
I just kept going. I should also add I am utterly isolated, zero friends anymore and I have no living family. To say I am alone is an understatement.
I planned for some time.....and finally just did it, threw myself over the cliff in a last ditch effort. I cannot adequately describe how scared I was, my PTSD was raging and I still did it.
I am older, alone, and now I have to start over. I am dealing with some health issues, I just had major surgery...alone. No visitors, no help. I did it. My doc was concerned..but the nurses sweet and I ended up with a lovely young woman as my roomie...she was a chatterbox. LOL. Again, it wasn't as scary as I feared. Not optimal but very ok.
.....it is daunting but I wake up these days happy, a little scared sometimes but I have ideas, things I want to do. I get giddy over the little things. I feared my loneliness too. I am NOT lonely, I talk to the clerks at the store, random people, a neighbor. I am critter sitting now, and I am volunteering at an animal shelter. I love it.
Its a start. I hurt for anyone that has experienced DV, early on or later in life. I had both, seemed like my life was destined for abuse.
Just do it.
It sounds impossible but its just that, throw yourself off the cliff and let it unfold. Go to a DV meeting...just do one thing. Its the beginning of your new life. It took me 8 months once it began...that was it and here I am. Decades of crap over in just 8 months.
Can you imagine?
Whirlwind