I'm not sure if this is relevant, and like always it seems unimportant for anyone else to read. But everyone has been so kind. And perhaps it's my own way of trying to understand by putting it into words. Someone said before that it's by putting it into words we make some sense of it. But I apologize in advance for the length (I have a hard time reading long posts, too :( ).
I woke up this morning feeling, and thinking, in my particular case (and this particular work problem, which seems to have mushroomed into a stop-S problem, or 'why-even-bother-stopping-S problem'), that it is hopeless. In so far that, after ptsd for almost 30 years, I can (at least after the fact) recognize what is solely ptsd-related (eg the fallout after triggers, not the case here), or solely depressive or anxiety-ridden thoughts (again, not so). My problem is, over and above this current work schedule or my stupid body not cooperating- is that I personally am without a purpose to exist, and do not have (beyond the one sister) even anyone to work at staying alive for, not spouse, nor children, or parents etc. Along with the stuff I've been through, and the 'end product' that I am (or am not) as a human being, that's just been (or feels like) too much. Frankly, I want my sister happy and settled so I can 'check out'. And I am a relationship (vs material goods) oriented person, so the losses of 'people' and the absence of family etc decreases not only my self-worth but reasons to exist. I don't fear death, that's for sure. I can blame myself, partly, for a wasted life due to my own decisions. Now I know most were at some level impacted by the ptsd, directly or indirectly. Similarly speaking though, they seemed to be the decisions I would choose at the time, the 'right' or 'only' ones.
However, one thing I abhor (and therefore abhor if I do it myself) is if someone twists words and doesn't listen (or try) to accept others' good advice. I guess the word is 'makes excuses' (like me saying I couldn't go to therapy). What I think I understand though, is that some people (perhaps myself) are too damaged or 'far gone' for conventional things to work. Some things can be achieved conventionally, but only so much. It is true (just speaking for myself, for example), that even trying to think of therapy as a positive and healthy thing, would not change the fact it would take me years to speak up. However, there ARE others things that help, like people speak of non-traditional therapy, like painting. Or even dancing. Or- whatever. The 'birds' nests' and flowers, I think it was what brat said. As a positive consequence but I also find it therapeutic on it's own. Or like springer saying above ( :) hee- xox), or Bloom MO nimekakaa etc saying one has enough worth they 'should' be alive. I don't know, it helps. Even when someone says (in real life) "it will be ok", it helps. I don't know why, but it does. I mean it literally, physically helps, my body 'feels' different.
Sorry- almost done- then what came to me was, I read years ago when I came to this forum a very old article that said "PTSD was a disorder of too much reality" (not 'too little', such as psychosis- not a break from reality). But an acute awareness of it, experience with it, daily dealings of it. I agree. I agree with that. 'Trauma' (sorry for the word Bloom, if you read this) is so 'serious'. And the after effects: the damage, the ptsd symptoms, the self-hatred and shame and abuse and realities that have plagued the past and continue to do so in the present. The self-rejection, at the end of the line.
So I thought today, perhaps the answer, and everyone has alluded to it above, is "Frig it". That is, (cognitively), frig the conscientiousness, the 'trying' so hard to battle the ptsd, to think of how one is a burden, to be so serious. I do not mean to not be responsible, but I do mean the moment(s) the SI is there, or the questions come to mind and guilt and shame for not being strong, being a burden, being broken, being able to change (or in particular not 'solve' or change enough), well, "frig it". Like there was some Woody Allen movie, and the guy says something like "Do you want to go out saturday", and his friend says, "No, I'm going to kill myself saturday", and the other friend says back, "Hmmmm, well, what are you doing friday then?" :confused: But really! :inpain::p
So, every moment the SI or self-hatred or despair presents itself, I am going to try to think of what I would say, do, or feel if I wasn't being serious about the thoughts and feelings that present themselves. Perhaps it can always be 'friday', then. :) To hang on that way one day at a time. (I mean, even the stupid health issues wouldn't be an issue if I didn't have a ptsd-related terror of Dr's and Hospitals).
I hope that makes some sense, my love and gratitude to all, xoxoxoxoxox, you are always in my prayers and thoughts if not in my words here. :hug: