I really do. I apologise for coming on here for the first time in a very long time so I understand if I don't get many replies to this. I just felt alone and needed to go somewhere where I felt less alone....like here.
So everytime I log onto facebook I feel like absolute rubbish afterwards. It just seems to remind me how alone and different I am.
My PTSD started when I was 21 years old, well that is when the event/s happened. My world crumbled and since then I feel like I have been trying to claw my way out of this pit of hell called anxiety, depression and PTSD. It has been hard, exhausting and probably one of the toughest times of my life. 6 years on, yes 6 years on I am better, but honestly the scars of my trauma still affect me to this day. I have flashblacks still, moments where I am overcome with sadness and sob uncontrollably on the floor. I just still sometimes can't believe what has happened to me and how much it has changed every fibre of my being.
But then, I log onto facebook and apart from being sad myself I have this constant reminder of how much happier other people are. While I have spent the last 6 or so years, honestly trying to just survive, I see other people have dated and fallen in love. They have travelled the world with friends, had many a lovely dinner full of wining and dining. Their twenties appear to be like in the movies, full of fun, laughter etc and it just makes me feel so much worse. I already feel sad sometimes at how I have turned out and then to see other people so happy, or at least with 'happy experiences' its like I am being stung by 10 bees. It just really, really hurts. Its like pain on top of pain. I become agoraphobic due to my PTSD.
I had to relearn how to drive, how to catch a bus, I even had a therapist help me just leave my house and walk around the block. The strength it took to get to the point where I can work again has been enormous and I feel angry that other people my age, never had these struggles. I know that's bitter and 'wrong' but I feel it's unfair. I was/am a good person and why did i have to get so sick? Why did i have to learn just how hellish life can turn? Why was it not them? They did not do anything 'better' then me. In fact, some of them were less hardworking, less caring and yet life has treated them very well. I know how I sound- like a miserable person. I just go on facebook and all these questions run through my head. I am here despite my problems but I feel so alone and so different and going on facebook and seeing people live happier lives then me, even if they are not happy lives, but happier lives rubs salt into the wound.
Do other people feel like this? how do you block them out?
So everytime I log onto facebook I feel like absolute rubbish afterwards. It just seems to remind me how alone and different I am.
My PTSD started when I was 21 years old, well that is when the event/s happened. My world crumbled and since then I feel like I have been trying to claw my way out of this pit of hell called anxiety, depression and PTSD. It has been hard, exhausting and probably one of the toughest times of my life. 6 years on, yes 6 years on I am better, but honestly the scars of my trauma still affect me to this day. I have flashblacks still, moments where I am overcome with sadness and sob uncontrollably on the floor. I just still sometimes can't believe what has happened to me and how much it has changed every fibre of my being.
But then, I log onto facebook and apart from being sad myself I have this constant reminder of how much happier other people are. While I have spent the last 6 or so years, honestly trying to just survive, I see other people have dated and fallen in love. They have travelled the world with friends, had many a lovely dinner full of wining and dining. Their twenties appear to be like in the movies, full of fun, laughter etc and it just makes me feel so much worse. I already feel sad sometimes at how I have turned out and then to see other people so happy, or at least with 'happy experiences' its like I am being stung by 10 bees. It just really, really hurts. Its like pain on top of pain. I become agoraphobic due to my PTSD.
I had to relearn how to drive, how to catch a bus, I even had a therapist help me just leave my house and walk around the block. The strength it took to get to the point where I can work again has been enormous and I feel angry that other people my age, never had these struggles. I know that's bitter and 'wrong' but I feel it's unfair. I was/am a good person and why did i have to get so sick? Why did i have to learn just how hellish life can turn? Why was it not them? They did not do anything 'better' then me. In fact, some of them were less hardworking, less caring and yet life has treated them very well. I know how I sound- like a miserable person. I just go on facebook and all these questions run through my head. I am here despite my problems but I feel so alone and so different and going on facebook and seeing people live happier lives then me, even if they are not happy lives, but happier lives rubs salt into the wound.
Do other people feel like this? how do you block them out?