Hi everyone,
its so scary for me to actually imagine that there are other people reading this. I've been sitting at the computer for hours crying, first mustering the courage to register, then to post. I always feel like everyone around me knows how messed up I am, but the truth is, my therapist is the only person, who I ever tell about the things that happened and how I feel. I am very good with keeping appearances in public and if I can't, which is right now, I withdraw into my apartment and wait out the storm. I can tell some people (very few and very rarely) the technical euphemisms, you know, I have PTSD, I am having a panic attack, I am having a flashback, I am depressed, but I cannot talk about what happened during the first two thirds of my life with anyone except my therapist. I've tried before, a sentence or two that escaped my self-imposed censorship, but people give me these horrified or blank stares back, it makes me feel like I don't belong, I don't fit in, I am an outsider who is spoiling a pretty afternoon with negative emotions and talk. I am horrified that people judge me for not being same like them, normal, with loving parents, who grew up in peace, never experienced hunger, political oppression or abusive relatives.
I know its PTSD talking, all the fear and shame are emotional flashbacks, but they feel damn real, more often than not, more real than the real world. I know there are plenty of people like me, who struggle with pain and shame and trying to be productive and keeping their lives together and feeling alone, but I don't really know how to reach out to them. So this is why I am here, to not feel so alone. I don't want pitty, I just would like to know that other people out there understand that I am not weak if I sometimes can't keep it together, because they know this condition and have been through it too. Because I am horribly afraid that I am weak and just an ordinary person and that thats just not enough to be accepted.
I also would like to be able to talk to people who can laugh about it, where I don't have to censor myself so much, because normally people don't get my humor, because its too weird. Even though I can't think of anything funny right now, being in the middle of a flashback thats been taking a bit longer than usual and completely burnt out. So if people have any tips on how to snap out of it, when you're locked in a flashback and your body is completely frozen and you just can't leave your f-ing apartment and if you do you crawl back in a few hours, because its too exhausting to face the outside world, with its cacophony of sounds and faces and cars and what not, that would be swell. I would normally go see a psychiatrist, but its the middle of a long weekend and I am left to my own devices, which truth be told are not many. It took me almost a decade to unlearn the bad coping mechanisms, but I don't know how to replace them with the good ones, so basically I have no idea how to cope right now. You know, I know there's meditation, yoga, God all that, but thats like telling a hungry person who was just taught that they shouldn't eat with their hands, but doesn't know how to use a fork and a knife, that they just need to eat. Its pathetic, I know, but I am stuck.
Thank you.
its so scary for me to actually imagine that there are other people reading this. I've been sitting at the computer for hours crying, first mustering the courage to register, then to post. I always feel like everyone around me knows how messed up I am, but the truth is, my therapist is the only person, who I ever tell about the things that happened and how I feel. I am very good with keeping appearances in public and if I can't, which is right now, I withdraw into my apartment and wait out the storm. I can tell some people (very few and very rarely) the technical euphemisms, you know, I have PTSD, I am having a panic attack, I am having a flashback, I am depressed, but I cannot talk about what happened during the first two thirds of my life with anyone except my therapist. I've tried before, a sentence or two that escaped my self-imposed censorship, but people give me these horrified or blank stares back, it makes me feel like I don't belong, I don't fit in, I am an outsider who is spoiling a pretty afternoon with negative emotions and talk. I am horrified that people judge me for not being same like them, normal, with loving parents, who grew up in peace, never experienced hunger, political oppression or abusive relatives.
I know its PTSD talking, all the fear and shame are emotional flashbacks, but they feel damn real, more often than not, more real than the real world. I know there are plenty of people like me, who struggle with pain and shame and trying to be productive and keeping their lives together and feeling alone, but I don't really know how to reach out to them. So this is why I am here, to not feel so alone. I don't want pitty, I just would like to know that other people out there understand that I am not weak if I sometimes can't keep it together, because they know this condition and have been through it too. Because I am horribly afraid that I am weak and just an ordinary person and that thats just not enough to be accepted.
I also would like to be able to talk to people who can laugh about it, where I don't have to censor myself so much, because normally people don't get my humor, because its too weird. Even though I can't think of anything funny right now, being in the middle of a flashback thats been taking a bit longer than usual and completely burnt out. So if people have any tips on how to snap out of it, when you're locked in a flashback and your body is completely frozen and you just can't leave your f-ing apartment and if you do you crawl back in a few hours, because its too exhausting to face the outside world, with its cacophony of sounds and faces and cars and what not, that would be swell. I would normally go see a psychiatrist, but its the middle of a long weekend and I am left to my own devices, which truth be told are not many. It took me almost a decade to unlearn the bad coping mechanisms, but I don't know how to replace them with the good ones, so basically I have no idea how to cope right now. You know, I know there's meditation, yoga, God all that, but thats like telling a hungry person who was just taught that they shouldn't eat with their hands, but doesn't know how to use a fork and a knife, that they just need to eat. Its pathetic, I know, but I am stuck.
Thank you.