I'm a 36 yr old crazy cat lady recluse (minus the cats, but add a dog). I was not always like this....
I have children and a boyfriend. I am a nurse. I used to like the outdoors and nature. I used to laugh a lot and was fun to be around.
BUT...
Now, I cry a lot. I don't leave my house. I lay in bed most of the day. I bring my dog everywhere with me. I only feel safe when I am with my bf. I feel angry and hopeless.
I have lost my life. I know it must be around here somewhere, I just don't know where...
You see, I joined a search party not long ago to search for a missing girl. My boyfriend and I are avid hikers, geocashers, own a jeep and I am certified in first aid and cpr. We were a perfect addition to join the 100+ member search party.
We broke off into groups of 6 and within an hour and a half, my group found the young girl....we found her body stuffed into a garbage bag in the woods. She was beaten to death.
I have not been the same since.
My entire life has changed.
I don't leave the house unless I have to. I feel unsafe. I feel "on edge" and paranoid when I leave the safety of my bed. I am waiting for something to happen, for someone to hurt me. I even worry about someone grabbing me from under my bed. I worry about someone being in my basement or hiding behind the door. I worry about someone hurting me when I am getting into my car or while I am nervously fumbling with my keys to get into my house.
I relive the day we found her body over and over in my head. The image of her broken body in the trash bag plays over and over again. I can see it so clearly, it's like it's right in front of me. That day is never far away in my mind.
I am afraid of the woods now, and dirt roads...and leaves and garbage bags. I feel like I am going crazy.
I have been avoiding all my friends and family. They make dates to go for coffee or lunch and I don't call them back. I just want everyone to leave me alone. I find it hard to get out of bed most days. I just want the whole world to leave me alone.
I am on stress leave from work but I worry that I will never be normal again. I worry that the next time I have a patient that dies on me at the hospital that I will completely lose it.
I feel sad and angry. It's not really anger but more intense like rage, I guess. I try and keep a lid on it because I am afraid of completely losing it. I feel so much rage towards the person that did this to that poor girl. I am not normally a violent person but I think about hurting that person.
I don't know what has happened to me. Where has the real me gone to? I feel like I am never going to be normal again. I have been going to counselling, doing journalling and am now on Celexa but I don't feel any better. I am hoping to find some more answers here on the forum.
Thanks for listening....
Hi, I haven't been here in so long that I felt I should write a new introduction:
I'm a nurse.
I was sexually assaulted by strangers twice, once when I was 18 and again at 20yrs old.
I moved on from that, got married and had children.
I volunteered for a search and rescue for a local missing girl in 2010 and got much more than I bargained for when my search party found her. She had been severely beaten, raped and strangled to death. We found her in a garbage bag in the woods.
The image of her body hanging out of the bag is burned into my eyelids. I have seen/thought about/replayed that day over and over every single day for more than two years.
I have a psychiatrist. I go to weekly counselling with a psychologist. I have had multiple medication adjustments and changes. I have had EMDR sessions. But I am still plagued by PTSD.
I am now on disability and haven't worked in almost two years.
I rarely leave the house.
I am constantly hyper vigilant, full of anxiety and paranoid. Because of this, I have three dogs, including a German Shepherd, that accompany me everywhere I go.
I am miserable, severely depressed and am starting to feel like I can't do this anymore.
This is me.
I have children and a boyfriend. I am a nurse. I used to like the outdoors and nature. I used to laugh a lot and was fun to be around.
BUT...
Now, I cry a lot. I don't leave my house. I lay in bed most of the day. I bring my dog everywhere with me. I only feel safe when I am with my bf. I feel angry and hopeless.
I have lost my life. I know it must be around here somewhere, I just don't know where...
You see, I joined a search party not long ago to search for a missing girl. My boyfriend and I are avid hikers, geocashers, own a jeep and I am certified in first aid and cpr. We were a perfect addition to join the 100+ member search party.
We broke off into groups of 6 and within an hour and a half, my group found the young girl....we found her body stuffed into a garbage bag in the woods. She was beaten to death.
I have not been the same since.
My entire life has changed.
I don't leave the house unless I have to. I feel unsafe. I feel "on edge" and paranoid when I leave the safety of my bed. I am waiting for something to happen, for someone to hurt me. I even worry about someone grabbing me from under my bed. I worry about someone being in my basement or hiding behind the door. I worry about someone hurting me when I am getting into my car or while I am nervously fumbling with my keys to get into my house.
I relive the day we found her body over and over in my head. The image of her broken body in the trash bag plays over and over again. I can see it so clearly, it's like it's right in front of me. That day is never far away in my mind.
I am afraid of the woods now, and dirt roads...and leaves and garbage bags. I feel like I am going crazy.
I have been avoiding all my friends and family. They make dates to go for coffee or lunch and I don't call them back. I just want everyone to leave me alone. I find it hard to get out of bed most days. I just want the whole world to leave me alone.
I am on stress leave from work but I worry that I will never be normal again. I worry that the next time I have a patient that dies on me at the hospital that I will completely lose it.
I feel sad and angry. It's not really anger but more intense like rage, I guess. I try and keep a lid on it because I am afraid of completely losing it. I feel so much rage towards the person that did this to that poor girl. I am not normally a violent person but I think about hurting that person.
I don't know what has happened to me. Where has the real me gone to? I feel like I am never going to be normal again. I have been going to counselling, doing journalling and am now on Celexa but I don't feel any better. I am hoping to find some more answers here on the forum.
Thanks for listening....
Hi, I haven't been here in so long that I felt I should write a new introduction:
I'm a nurse.
I was sexually assaulted by strangers twice, once when I was 18 and again at 20yrs old.
I moved on from that, got married and had children.
I volunteered for a search and rescue for a local missing girl in 2010 and got much more than I bargained for when my search party found her. She had been severely beaten, raped and strangled to death. We found her in a garbage bag in the woods.
The image of her body hanging out of the bag is burned into my eyelids. I have seen/thought about/replayed that day over and over every single day for more than two years.
I have a psychiatrist. I go to weekly counselling with a psychologist. I have had multiple medication adjustments and changes. I have had EMDR sessions. But I am still plagued by PTSD.
I am now on disability and haven't worked in almost two years.
I rarely leave the house.
I am constantly hyper vigilant, full of anxiety and paranoid. Because of this, I have three dogs, including a German Shepherd, that accompany me everywhere I go.
I am miserable, severely depressed and am starting to feel like I can't do this anymore.
This is me.