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It is always more simple to push everything down to the abyss, but speaking from experience, it’ll hit you in the face, hard.
it’s so understandable to want to drown it out, but if that mindset becomes the regular it’s a slippery ass slope. Do you have anyone you can really talk to re this?
Hello May,
I’m sorry that you’ve had your first nightmare related to your ptsd. It can be a fairly common occurrence for some people, others not sure much, a once in a blue moon type deal. It’ll be a while until you know where you land on that scale, but luckily there is a bunch of things you...
Oh people touching me to get my attention for sure. There’s a staff member here who repeatedly taps me with her pen as she’s explaining something to me, I’m not sure if she’s just trying to keep me with it, but it’s infuriating
slow walkers, like MOOOVEEEE can you not gage the speed that...
Literally nothing. My purpose is literally all I am. If I can stumble past all the thoughts to serve men there is absolutely nothing. And I don’t want there’s to be anything else, I want him to be proud of me.
I agree
I’ve tried. I’m really trying. But nothing. I just get flooded? Believe it or not I’m not a fan of meds, they are just trying to get me stable I think. But the purpose thoughts, I can’t get them out of my head. I can’t get any relief without going out and doing my very important job...
Also it might be easier if you know what meds I’m on
Quetiapine (seroquel)
Vortioxetine (Tintellix) it’s a new anti depressant, not many people know it
Pregabalin (Lyrica)
Prazosin (minipress)
Mirtazapine (Remeron)
PRN
clonazepam (klonopin)
Zolpidem (Ambien)
I’m not sure if this makes sense. I am a little dosed up to my eyeballs on benzos and pregabalin,
I have constant thoughts about fulfilling my purpose to have sex with whenever wants my body and have painful sex until my soul leaves my body again. They find my soul through their connection...
I feel confused, dissociated. Maybe the confusion is part of the dissociation. I think underneath the dissociation I might be feeling hungry, all day I’ve had no appetite or atleast thought I’ve had no appetite. Maybe the exhaustion and the dissociation masked the hunger.
Last night I watched the new ‘24 hours in police custody’. It’s a documentary series, new episodes are pretty rare so I was very intrigued. This one was a 2-part Documentary about the murder of a year 6 year old boy. Super famous case, awfully sad. Justice was served in the end… 20 years late...
I am the safest I’ve been in a while, I’m in emergency accommodation, so I’m pretty on edge still. But, I guess the hyper-vigilance of a bunch of men living in the building is nowhere near as scary as what was happening before I got here.
It’s been fairly similar for me too,
But I really can’t...
I originally posted about this in my diary, but I think if I make a separate thread it’ll be easier for users to see.
For the past couple days I haven’t been able to speak, like I haven’t been able to find any words/not being able to string a sentence together. Like I know what I want say but...