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Analogy: My Ptsd Feels Like...

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Stupid person who has no idea who they are because any given moment, I could be many.
Like an empty pin cushion always being poked at.
Like one has a movie on but its on fast forward mode and desperately trying to pay attention
 
My cPTSD feels like an imposition rather than a disability or illness. It took years to get to this point, but I am happy that it is more of an irritation than a major problem.

One analogy might be that sometimes it feels like I am in trouble for things I have never even done.
 
like the first 5 minutes of every episode of Quantum Leap (who am I? where am I? WTF is going on?).... and when I get to the series finale.... it's suddenly episode 1 again... and again... and again

like a wispy dead soul, curled in on itself and crying in the corner, trapped in a prison made of hurt turned into iron bars
 
Like I am an Alien.
Born of another world, with thoughts and memories that transcend societal norms, too strange to share, too huge to carry alone.
An oddness that people sense and I immediately sympathize with their dis-ease..
It's like I am an Alien, sometimes...
 
My ptsd feels like I'm screaming louder, and louder in my head, while my actual voice gets softer, and more mumbly. Feels like I'm struggling to find anything to cling to to remind me who I really am. Like throughout my life people have taken away tiny pieces of myself bit by bit and I don't have very many pieces left. Like I depersonalize in certain situations rather than standing up for myself. Like I died a long time ago, only no one told my body. Like if I don't change something I'm going to turn from a mostly empty shell into a completely empty shell... I could go on... I miss myself
 
My PTSD feels like some kind of fractured dream scape, where there is no sense to be had, and no rhyme or reason. Nothing makes any particular sense and even my own sense of self changes at random intervals. Now I need to try and make sense of the madness and despite years of trying I am nearly as lost as when I started.
 
My PTSD feels like I'm living in some alternate universe where memories and nightmares are mixed with reality and I get confused as to which one is which, and live in fear of mistaking the wrong thing for another. I keep thinking one day I'll wake up and it will be a sunny day somewhere and I'm some completely different person who's been having a hell of a nightmare.
 
... being hit in the face full swing and unsuspecting by a sledge hammer. (yup, that's what it felt like today... and then I flew into a rage and it wasn't very pretty) - soooooo tired of putting myself in time out. I need less stress pronto.
 
To me ptsd feels like trying to get off a merry go round while it's still on. You know that there is other stuff that is better so you try to get your balance to get off and you are doing good for a little bit but you end up falling down and have to find your footing again. Sometimes you just accept it and decide to ride it out and hope that it stops but you realize it's never going to stop and you want to get off but sometimes you realize that it's spinning so fast that you are afraid of getting hurt if you ever manage to get to the point where you might be able to jump off.
 
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