I am having a really hard time, and I feel like a whiner for even saying so. This is hard.
I am only five sessions into therapy for PTSD, and starting my fifth week of Lamictal and Celexa. After the worst hypomanic/depressive cycle I have ever experienced, I've been diganosed with Bipolar II and PTSD, both of which seem to have shaped me since I was a small child. PTSD is not from any single event but I have a list of traumas of several types that seem to be the culprits.
My problem right now is that I am resisting. I am digging in. I feel like I am behind enemy lines, and must maintain a very tight, impermeable perimeter. I have pushed away my wife and my best friends, relocating myself to the country to house-sit. I am alone, even though I go to work each day and deal with dozens of people, handling stressful situations, interacting, providing leadership and problem-solving cheerfully. I have lots of masking, coping, self-preservation strategies developed over my 40 years.
After work each night this week, I've gone straight to the pub for a couple pints and some smokes before heading "home". It is nice to be around people without having to really connect with them, and I am careful not to overindulge.
I recently wrote out a code by which I have chosen to live, and it involves letting others see only my best--honor, duty, effort...but privately I have vowed to keep what is private to myself, to never take anything as a given, to be fit and alert to threats, to mindfully create and maintain my perimeter, to not make promises I cannot keep, to refrain from letting emotional attachment to words, ideas, objects or other people to dictate my well-being...no desire, no attachment.
I am in conflict with myself, but I feel better having made these rules, having isolated myself, having closed down.
I guess I am sharing this here because I am anonymous and you are the only people who can relate, and it feels good to "say" it out loud.
I am only five sessions into therapy for PTSD, and starting my fifth week of Lamictal and Celexa. After the worst hypomanic/depressive cycle I have ever experienced, I've been diganosed with Bipolar II and PTSD, both of which seem to have shaped me since I was a small child. PTSD is not from any single event but I have a list of traumas of several types that seem to be the culprits.
My problem right now is that I am resisting. I am digging in. I feel like I am behind enemy lines, and must maintain a very tight, impermeable perimeter. I have pushed away my wife and my best friends, relocating myself to the country to house-sit. I am alone, even though I go to work each day and deal with dozens of people, handling stressful situations, interacting, providing leadership and problem-solving cheerfully. I have lots of masking, coping, self-preservation strategies developed over my 40 years.
After work each night this week, I've gone straight to the pub for a couple pints and some smokes before heading "home". It is nice to be around people without having to really connect with them, and I am careful not to overindulge.
I recently wrote out a code by which I have chosen to live, and it involves letting others see only my best--honor, duty, effort...but privately I have vowed to keep what is private to myself, to never take anything as a given, to be fit and alert to threats, to mindfully create and maintain my perimeter, to not make promises I cannot keep, to refrain from letting emotional attachment to words, ideas, objects or other people to dictate my well-being...no desire, no attachment.
I am in conflict with myself, but I feel better having made these rules, having isolated myself, having closed down.
I guess I am sharing this here because I am anonymous and you are the only people who can relate, and it feels good to "say" it out loud.