EvenStrongerNow
Diamond Member
And I'm still on the throes of PTSD. All this time, I've been revisiting the past of my childhood as a way to punish myself. I was trying to find out why I stayed with the sociopath for so long. I was blaming myself all this time :(
I had a sense of self and esteem before that experience. I didn't have nightmares. I didn't relive anything except positive life experienced. I was emotionally stable and had worked through my childhood. I had a lot of friends, I had dreams about the future, and I had hope.
Being involved with a Sociopath changed my whole world. I used to trust people. I used to believe there was good in everyone. I used to be an extrovert. I used to be bright eyed and bushy tailed. There are so many things I used to be that I can't seem to keep ahold of anymore.
I didn't know such people existed. I'll never be the same.
I have been in denial this whole time about my experience with this monster, internalizing everything thinking that if I keep blaming myself, if I search to find something wrong with me, or a reason why this happened, then somehow that will justify what happened to me or resolve the pain that I feel so deeply.
I'm crying as I type this because I am finally feeling sad for how long I've carried on in this never ending cycle of self sabotage. It just hurts so bad. All this time I've been trying to cope with the pain. I feel so much shame. I feel like a fool for staying. I feel like a loser because I eventually stopped fighting. I feel like a failure because I wasn't as resilient as I should've been.
I blame myself for the depression and letting my new fear of people isolate me. There is so much more. I wish I could go back and take back my offer to get him some more punch at the church movie night.
I had a sense of self and esteem before that experience. I didn't have nightmares. I didn't relive anything except positive life experienced. I was emotionally stable and had worked through my childhood. I had a lot of friends, I had dreams about the future, and I had hope.
Being involved with a Sociopath changed my whole world. I used to trust people. I used to believe there was good in everyone. I used to be an extrovert. I used to be bright eyed and bushy tailed. There are so many things I used to be that I can't seem to keep ahold of anymore.
I didn't know such people existed. I'll never be the same.
I have been in denial this whole time about my experience with this monster, internalizing everything thinking that if I keep blaming myself, if I search to find something wrong with me, or a reason why this happened, then somehow that will justify what happened to me or resolve the pain that I feel so deeply.
I'm crying as I type this because I am finally feeling sad for how long I've carried on in this never ending cycle of self sabotage. It just hurts so bad. All this time I've been trying to cope with the pain. I feel so much shame. I feel like a fool for staying. I feel like a loser because I eventually stopped fighting. I feel like a failure because I wasn't as resilient as I should've been.
I blame myself for the depression and letting my new fear of people isolate me. There is so much more. I wish I could go back and take back my offer to get him some more punch at the church movie night.