5 a.m. I woke up straight out of bed panting as if I had just ran a marathon, heart racing fast and all I can hear is my heart beating and the sound of my breath, tears start running down my face and all I can do is roll on my side and cry myself back to sleep. Is this what PTSD sufferers experience with night terrors? It's awful.
It's been 4 months since my now ex and I have spoken and I had text him on the 28th of last month to make a last attempt to see if he was ready to talk and to let him know that I am here for him, and yet to my disappointment no response. I had to come to my senses and decided I had to part ways with him emotionally even though the last thing he said to me was " I Love you!" and "You do have a place in my heart" and well a few bad texts after those ones about how its too much for him. I've come to find that I am suffering anxiety bad from this and in this I mean the fact that he really is gone:bawling:.
My mom had given me some anxiety pills and I stupidly had them in a bag in my jeans and washed them and I always check my pockets before I do laundry.:banghead: I panicked and opened the washer lid desperately looking through the soapy water for the bag with the pills as if they were going to be in good shape...found the bag but with dissolved pills now just a white goop. I broke down in tears.
I've lost 10 pounds as if I'm not small enough already; my skinny jeans are now baggy on me. I keep busy and have started volunteer work at the VA and Friday was my first day. SURPRISE! That too has caused me anxiety and I'm not sure if I can keep volunteering there. I thought it would be good for me but instead it made me panic. Some vet around his 60's kept screaming "Get out of my body!" and threw his chair while another vet kept saying "F*** You" over and over without his control and just so much emotion there .So I took a stroll...I saw the paintings these guys did and one stuck out for me. It was a painting of a field of grass and gravel and in this big empty field was just a pair of old black combat boots all worn out; the title: These Boots of Mine.
I don't know any more about anything. Everything has been causing anxiety, I've been isolating myself a bit and not to mention I've been lashing out at people. I don't even recognize myself and all of this over someone who doesn't even care. *sigh* just venting.:dead:
It's been 4 months since my now ex and I have spoken and I had text him on the 28th of last month to make a last attempt to see if he was ready to talk and to let him know that I am here for him, and yet to my disappointment no response. I had to come to my senses and decided I had to part ways with him emotionally even though the last thing he said to me was " I Love you!" and "You do have a place in my heart" and well a few bad texts after those ones about how its too much for him. I've come to find that I am suffering anxiety bad from this and in this I mean the fact that he really is gone:bawling:.
My mom had given me some anxiety pills and I stupidly had them in a bag in my jeans and washed them and I always check my pockets before I do laundry.:banghead: I panicked and opened the washer lid desperately looking through the soapy water for the bag with the pills as if they were going to be in good shape...found the bag but with dissolved pills now just a white goop. I broke down in tears.
I've lost 10 pounds as if I'm not small enough already; my skinny jeans are now baggy on me. I keep busy and have started volunteer work at the VA and Friday was my first day. SURPRISE! That too has caused me anxiety and I'm not sure if I can keep volunteering there. I thought it would be good for me but instead it made me panic. Some vet around his 60's kept screaming "Get out of my body!" and threw his chair while another vet kept saying "F*** You" over and over without his control and just so much emotion there .So I took a stroll...I saw the paintings these guys did and one stuck out for me. It was a painting of a field of grass and gravel and in this big empty field was just a pair of old black combat boots all worn out; the title: These Boots of Mine.
I don't know any more about anything. Everything has been causing anxiety, I've been isolating myself a bit and not to mention I've been lashing out at people. I don't even recognize myself and all of this over someone who doesn't even care. *sigh* just venting.:dead:
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