quirkyquark
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That's what I use to describe myself in the uncomfortable situation where someone finds out about my life story and they need a little positivity to add onto it. In a way it is true- things could always have been a lot worse. My cancer may not have been found early, my back problem could have paralyzed me permanently instead of temporarily, my first relationship could have been physically instead of just sexually and emotionally abusive. The only thing I wish I was more lucky about was my depression- I was born with that. Literally my first memories were gloomy and empty and sad, heck I was suicidal in Kindergarten and I didn't know how bad it was, my parent's didn't realize depression in toddlers existed, so I carried it with me until late elementary school when I filled out a survey and checked some answers and was told that maybe I should get help. But I was too proud to get help and was in denial about it so I didn't get actual treatment until the beginning of my junior year of high school. That was after I had cancer and the back paralysis thing and during the relationship with my abusive partner. Now, I am a second year in college. I am taking Fall quarter off and it seems like I will be taking off Winter quarter too. My disconnection/dissociation from my environment and emotions is so bad that I can't drive a car, I can barely hold a conversation, and it's near impossible for me to feel love for family and friends and also to feel happiness. I have had PTSD for 5 years but my dissociation didn't get bad until this summer, when doctors found a tumor in my hip that took 4 months to get surgery on, and ended up being benign.
I've worked really hard on making myself better. I practice mindfulness, eat super healthy, I take a yoga class, I go to the gym several times a week, I see a therapist, experiment with medications, but I feel pretty much the same. I haven't self harmed in about a month but pretty much only out of respect for my housemates. I am more connected to my body from the exercise and mindfulness, but how I feel around people and my environment has hardly changed. I recently started taking 50mg of Nalaxone- an opiate inhibitor that has been shown to lessen dissociative symptoms in about 30% of patients. I haven't felt too much of a difference, and if this doesn't work I will try the intramuscular injections of Naltrexone which has had a 70% success rate. After that I have pretty much exhausted all of my options. I'm 19 years old and I have never been mentally healthy. I've never known what it's like to be a happy person. I want the chance to be myself and experience my full potential but I am so afraid that I will never get that. Do any of you have tricks that worked over mending your disconnection? It seems like I can love my pets but not people and that makes no sense to me at all. I feel more attached to my fish than my parents. Ideas? Advice?
I've worked really hard on making myself better. I practice mindfulness, eat super healthy, I take a yoga class, I go to the gym several times a week, I see a therapist, experiment with medications, but I feel pretty much the same. I haven't self harmed in about a month but pretty much only out of respect for my housemates. I am more connected to my body from the exercise and mindfulness, but how I feel around people and my environment has hardly changed. I recently started taking 50mg of Nalaxone- an opiate inhibitor that has been shown to lessen dissociative symptoms in about 30% of patients. I haven't felt too much of a difference, and if this doesn't work I will try the intramuscular injections of Naltrexone which has had a 70% success rate. After that I have pretty much exhausted all of my options. I'm 19 years old and I have never been mentally healthy. I've never known what it's like to be a happy person. I want the chance to be myself and experience my full potential but I am so afraid that I will never get that. Do any of you have tricks that worked over mending your disconnection? It seems like I can love my pets but not people and that makes no sense to me at all. I feel more attached to my fish than my parents. Ideas? Advice?