I don't even know where to start. I can't keep living like this. The panic, the hurt, the fear. I can try to describe what happened and how I am feeling, but what I can't explain is how it gets in my head when I'm like that. But here I am, getting ahead of myself.
I lived in a severely abusive environment with my ex-husband for four very long years. It finally ended with the murder of my 14 month old son and attempted murder of myself. I thought I would find peace once I got justice, but that didn't end up being the case. I relived those years and that night over and over and over in my head until it drove me to attempt suicide... not once or twice, but many times.
It's now been 3 1/2 years since that night. Most of the time I can control my symptoms, at least from the outside. But, I live with that fear every day. Sometimes in small ways, sometimes in big ways. I can't look anyone in the eye, can barely bring myself to speak at all. I seek counseling, but I can't even talk to my counselor, so what's even the point. I have tried medication, I have tried therapy, I have been hospitalized... nothing helps. Just typing this thread has taken every ounce of courage I have. I sat here over an hour staring at the blank screen and wondering what to call it, how to express my feelings, what others would think, and a hundred other questions most people wouldn't even consider. I don't know what to do.
Last night I had my first date since that night. It was going great until he reached out to touch me. Then, I completely freaked out. Truthfully, I am still in panic mode this morning. I can't do this, I can't form relationships with other people at all, much less healthy ones. I think I am destined to be alone forever, and maybe that's for the best. If I am alone, no one can hurt me.
I lived in a severely abusive environment with my ex-husband for four very long years. It finally ended with the murder of my 14 month old son and attempted murder of myself. I thought I would find peace once I got justice, but that didn't end up being the case. I relived those years and that night over and over and over in my head until it drove me to attempt suicide... not once or twice, but many times.
It's now been 3 1/2 years since that night. Most of the time I can control my symptoms, at least from the outside. But, I live with that fear every day. Sometimes in small ways, sometimes in big ways. I can't look anyone in the eye, can barely bring myself to speak at all. I seek counseling, but I can't even talk to my counselor, so what's even the point. I have tried medication, I have tried therapy, I have been hospitalized... nothing helps. Just typing this thread has taken every ounce of courage I have. I sat here over an hour staring at the blank screen and wondering what to call it, how to express my feelings, what others would think, and a hundred other questions most people wouldn't even consider. I don't know what to do.
Last night I had my first date since that night. It was going great until he reached out to touch me. Then, I completely freaked out. Truthfully, I am still in panic mode this morning. I can't do this, I can't form relationships with other people at all, much less healthy ones. I think I am destined to be alone forever, and maybe that's for the best. If I am alone, no one can hurt me.