JEKBreatheandBelieve
Diamond Member
@Notsowild - I thought that I would be "better" in a few months. I learned it doesn't work that way. I fought to accept the diagnosis. I resisted that life was different (I forgot everything, I was angrier, I was scared of everything...). After about 7 months of therapy I accepted that life with PTSD was going to be different and that a few months of therapy doesn't cure it. Then, I was coming to learn that I had DID (dissociative identity disorder) and I fought that. It was easier to accept that life with PTSD was going to be hard and different. I still fight for my life to be the same as it used to be, but whenever I do things get worse.
Here's an example. When we moved recently, we wanted curtains for our boys's bedrooms so they'd sleep longer. We got the curtains and spent a long time searching for the kind of rods we wanted. My aunt messaged me that she's seen some so we planned to go on a Saturday morning. It was one of those mornings when as soon as I got up, I wanted to go back to bed and I think I did. Once I was up and showered, I knew we needed to go. I questioned whether we should as both boys were tired and cranky. I was tired and cranky. But I thought, nah, quick trip in and out, I can do that. Who couldn't handle that. So we went and I screamed at my kids in the store and I cried and it was miserable.
That was me trying to live life the same way as before. Since that incident, I have been careful about not going out (when there is a clear choice), when I know I won't be able to stay calm. I am learning to listen to my body and make choices accordingly. It's hard and I would definitely choose not to deal with it if I could, but I can't so I am learning to figure things out little by little.
Oh, and I, too, thought I was pretty smart and went through that period of thinking I must be so stupid and weak. That was the PTSD talking, it's not reality. I am sure the same is true for you. You are frustrated and that's okay. I hope that little by little you will get through this rough patch.
Here's an example. When we moved recently, we wanted curtains for our boys's bedrooms so they'd sleep longer. We got the curtains and spent a long time searching for the kind of rods we wanted. My aunt messaged me that she's seen some so we planned to go on a Saturday morning. It was one of those mornings when as soon as I got up, I wanted to go back to bed and I think I did. Once I was up and showered, I knew we needed to go. I questioned whether we should as both boys were tired and cranky. I was tired and cranky. But I thought, nah, quick trip in and out, I can do that. Who couldn't handle that. So we went and I screamed at my kids in the store and I cried and it was miserable.
That was me trying to live life the same way as before. Since that incident, I have been careful about not going out (when there is a clear choice), when I know I won't be able to stay calm. I am learning to listen to my body and make choices accordingly. It's hard and I would definitely choose not to deal with it if I could, but I can't so I am learning to figure things out little by little.
Oh, and I, too, thought I was pretty smart and went through that period of thinking I must be so stupid and weak. That was the PTSD talking, it's not reality. I am sure the same is true for you. You are frustrated and that's okay. I hope that little by little you will get through this rough patch.