Today I experienced my first anxiety attack in two months. At some point, reading stories overwhelmed me and triggered something. Anyhow, I'm OK. It is subsiding and it was under control. But it made me think about things...
It hit me today that I am alone-literally. No family, no close friends to dump my PTSD on, no husband, boyfriend, children or grandchildren. Not even a plant!!!! No one tells me they live me or miss me. I am surprised I am still here.
It's always been just me and it'll always be just me. I accepted that today. It was hard but I let go of hoping and now I'm free. I thought I finally found love, but I was wrong. It's the same as it always is. Rejection cos no one believes sineone like me could be suffering inside.
I read these posts where people are being discriminated and judged for their PTSD. I wish SOMEBODY out there actually believed I actually suffer from it. I tried to tell people...I just got deer in headlights look. No one believed the smart, sassy, strong willed and fun gal could be sooo broken inside.
I was everyone else's confidant and rock all these years. The secrets they all trusted me with! The hours and hours of support and counsel...none of them around now. I won't mention their responses.
I thought getting better WOULD be better. It doesn't make a difference apparently. Everybody wants the "old" me...they don't think it was that bad. He said he would never give up on me. But he did. And I'm moving on.
I'm glad to have found this place where I can share how I feel. Funny how life works sometimes.
It hit me today that I am alone-literally. No family, no close friends to dump my PTSD on, no husband, boyfriend, children or grandchildren. Not even a plant!!!! No one tells me they live me or miss me. I am surprised I am still here.
It's always been just me and it'll always be just me. I accepted that today. It was hard but I let go of hoping and now I'm free. I thought I finally found love, but I was wrong. It's the same as it always is. Rejection cos no one believes sineone like me could be suffering inside.
I read these posts where people are being discriminated and judged for their PTSD. I wish SOMEBODY out there actually believed I actually suffer from it. I tried to tell people...I just got deer in headlights look. No one believed the smart, sassy, strong willed and fun gal could be sooo broken inside.
I was everyone else's confidant and rock all these years. The secrets they all trusted me with! The hours and hours of support and counsel...none of them around now. I won't mention their responses.
I thought getting better WOULD be better. It doesn't make a difference apparently. Everybody wants the "old" me...they don't think it was that bad. He said he would never give up on me. But he did. And I'm moving on.
I'm glad to have found this place where I can share how I feel. Funny how life works sometimes.