i'm going to be completely honest, since i've been kind of deflecting the reality of this in a way, but i am doing so. bad. PTSD has been getting worse, anxiety is pretty high despite spending all of my time at home in my room, and i've been spiraling into a depressive episode of sorts (in fact i'm pretty sure i've been in one for the past couple of months but i can't say for sure).
i should be doing my homework right now, all of which is due tomorrow, but i can't concentrate for the life of me and i know i won't be able to until i get this out.
my flashbacks have been bad. thankfully they're not as frequent, but they're quite intense -- to the point where i'll see a glimpse of it and will just break down in tears. just thinking about them has me tearing up. i've also gotten a new flashback for one of the things that happened. i don't know how to describe them. sometimes it's like an image, almost? as if i'm seeing it through a screen, like it's happening outside of me, in a way. other times, i'll see them as if i'm back in that moment, and it's horrible. well anyways, one night i was listening to music trying to fall asleep, and that song came on (that song is a song that i listened to on repeat while i was processing what had happened, and hearing it now has become a trigger), and before i even realized what happened i had started bawling. i had only listened to maybe three seconds of it before i skipped it, and there was just a dead, hollow, emptiness in my chest and nothing else, but then i cried for maybe ten minutes? fifteen minutes? and then just stared blankly at the wall for i guess an hour or so? i can't say for sure. every time i get like that, i completely lose my sense of time (one time i had gotten like that and, as recommendation from my therapist, set a timer to see how long it lasted. i went through it, it felt like an hour, i checked the timer, and it had only been like ten minutes. it's really disorienting).
there's this weight in my chest that i have had since the initial event: so since last january. every time something new happened, it got heavier and more painful. as time passed, it slowly got lighter and the pain eased slightly, but every time i get a flashback or so much as remember what happened, the pain in my chest returns. it's not sharp pain, not like when i get panic attacks (which are happening much less, which is good!), but it's more of a dull ache, and it stings.
there were three major things that happened over the past year that have contributed to my PTSD diagnosis. one of them seems to come up over and over again, since one of my close relatives did it to me (i don't want to call it molestation since he technically didn't grope me, but he did touch me inappropriately while i was sleeping) and, obviously, it needs to be addressed. i don't have flashbacks of this event as much, but when i do, they're panic-inducing. it's much more like it's happening again, whereas the other flashbacks from the other events are more like a distant memory, kind of, and i'm disconnected from myself (though sometimes it does feel like the events are happening again... it's really hard to explain). anyway, when i get flashbacks from this, it's usually when i'm lying in bed, trying to go to sleep. i'll get the flashback and my body will involuntarily jerk, and i'll shoot up from my bed and will start hyperventilating. i think i've been getting this one more because my parents actually brought it up to me at the beginning of my spring break, saying that they're going to be confronting the person that did it. i've been really stressed out about it because that family member and his family and my family are super close; we've known each other practically since birth, and i don't want to tear our relationship apart because of this. i also don't want him to feel bad about it, which i guess is messed up of me (since obviously it was traumatizing to me), and i've been working with my therapist to figure out the psychology behind that (if possible, can someone maybe help me with that? nothing in depth, just maybe suggesting a few things that might possibly be the cause of it? i'm tearing my brain apart trying to figure it out myself haha i really don't get it). but yeah.
also i've been forcing back the urge to.. yanno off myself? ahaha. pas bon. like i said, depressive episode. i haven't felt suicidal in such a long time; it's been a few years, actually. that's kind of good i guess -- the gap, i mean. and it's not like i'm going to actually go through with it, especially after what i've been through. but it's not like i can stop myself from feeling this way regardless. thankfully it's not an intense urge, but it's still there.
i guess the point of this is to say that i don't know how i feel. i can't put a single name on it. i guess "stressed out" is a start, but obviously that doesn't get me very far. but, when i think about it, i realize that i don't actually feel.. much of anything. i don't know if it's a coping mechanism or something (it most likely is, but i can't tell if it's healthy or not, i hope it is since it's kinda working actually), but i feel very numb i guess. very emotionless. i can laugh at stuff, i can smile, i can cry when i get flashbacks, and recently i have been very, very, irritable. but that's over a period of like a couple of months. i can't name how i feel right now. and sometimes the emotions that i do have feel.. forced? i don't know how to put it into words. it's all very confusing and kind of distressing, actually, in a way. remember that dead, hollow, emptiness i was talking about earlier somewhere? it's kind of like that, but like... all the time. but also not as intense. it's like kind of a dull dead hollow emptiness that i don't really notice until i stop talking to people, and the naturally forced emotions just kind of stop on their own (i say "naturally forced emotions" because i've been doing that for years, because of the way i was raised. whenever i felt sad or angry or any negative emotion, i shoved it down deep inside me and ignored it, and now it's become like second nature to me, and now i can easily hide emotions to the point where i have trouble figuring out what emotions i'm faking and what emotions i am truly feeling).
i don't know. i don't know how i feel or what i'm going to do while i wait to see my therapist and while i try to sort through all of this stuff, but what i do know is that i don't have it nearly as bad as other people and that i need to stop being a little bitch HAHA so i'm going to stop complaining now.
thank you so much if you've read up until this point. this is really my only way of "unloading" all of this, since 1) people here are able to relate and are at least familiar with where i'm coming from, 2) i feel much more comfortable sharing this anonymously (there is absolutely no way in hell i'm going to tell anybody in real life about what happened with my family member), and 3) i don't want to overwhelm my friends with all of this, and i don't trust my family anymore. not that i want to overwhelm anyone here, either, it's just. my friends are so unfamiliar with this kind of stuff that i fear that me telling them this would scare them off. hard to explain. but i'm sure at least one person understands where i'm coming from with this.
i'd appreciate someone just briefly telling me what all this could possibly mean, or tips on how to cope other than just emotionally shutting down lmao, or i don't know. anything that anyone thinks is cool or interesting that i should know that might help me deal with all this on my own.
thanks. i hope everyone is staying safe and healthy and having a great day. :)
i should be doing my homework right now, all of which is due tomorrow, but i can't concentrate for the life of me and i know i won't be able to until i get this out.
my flashbacks have been bad. thankfully they're not as frequent, but they're quite intense -- to the point where i'll see a glimpse of it and will just break down in tears. just thinking about them has me tearing up. i've also gotten a new flashback for one of the things that happened. i don't know how to describe them. sometimes it's like an image, almost? as if i'm seeing it through a screen, like it's happening outside of me, in a way. other times, i'll see them as if i'm back in that moment, and it's horrible. well anyways, one night i was listening to music trying to fall asleep, and that song came on (that song is a song that i listened to on repeat while i was processing what had happened, and hearing it now has become a trigger), and before i even realized what happened i had started bawling. i had only listened to maybe three seconds of it before i skipped it, and there was just a dead, hollow, emptiness in my chest and nothing else, but then i cried for maybe ten minutes? fifteen minutes? and then just stared blankly at the wall for i guess an hour or so? i can't say for sure. every time i get like that, i completely lose my sense of time (one time i had gotten like that and, as recommendation from my therapist, set a timer to see how long it lasted. i went through it, it felt like an hour, i checked the timer, and it had only been like ten minutes. it's really disorienting).
there's this weight in my chest that i have had since the initial event: so since last january. every time something new happened, it got heavier and more painful. as time passed, it slowly got lighter and the pain eased slightly, but every time i get a flashback or so much as remember what happened, the pain in my chest returns. it's not sharp pain, not like when i get panic attacks (which are happening much less, which is good!), but it's more of a dull ache, and it stings.
there were three major things that happened over the past year that have contributed to my PTSD diagnosis. one of them seems to come up over and over again, since one of my close relatives did it to me (i don't want to call it molestation since he technically didn't grope me, but he did touch me inappropriately while i was sleeping) and, obviously, it needs to be addressed. i don't have flashbacks of this event as much, but when i do, they're panic-inducing. it's much more like it's happening again, whereas the other flashbacks from the other events are more like a distant memory, kind of, and i'm disconnected from myself (though sometimes it does feel like the events are happening again... it's really hard to explain). anyway, when i get flashbacks from this, it's usually when i'm lying in bed, trying to go to sleep. i'll get the flashback and my body will involuntarily jerk, and i'll shoot up from my bed and will start hyperventilating. i think i've been getting this one more because my parents actually brought it up to me at the beginning of my spring break, saying that they're going to be confronting the person that did it. i've been really stressed out about it because that family member and his family and my family are super close; we've known each other practically since birth, and i don't want to tear our relationship apart because of this. i also don't want him to feel bad about it, which i guess is messed up of me (since obviously it was traumatizing to me), and i've been working with my therapist to figure out the psychology behind that (if possible, can someone maybe help me with that? nothing in depth, just maybe suggesting a few things that might possibly be the cause of it? i'm tearing my brain apart trying to figure it out myself haha i really don't get it). but yeah.
also i've been forcing back the urge to.. yanno off myself? ahaha. pas bon. like i said, depressive episode. i haven't felt suicidal in such a long time; it's been a few years, actually. that's kind of good i guess -- the gap, i mean. and it's not like i'm going to actually go through with it, especially after what i've been through. but it's not like i can stop myself from feeling this way regardless. thankfully it's not an intense urge, but it's still there.
i guess the point of this is to say that i don't know how i feel. i can't put a single name on it. i guess "stressed out" is a start, but obviously that doesn't get me very far. but, when i think about it, i realize that i don't actually feel.. much of anything. i don't know if it's a coping mechanism or something (it most likely is, but i can't tell if it's healthy or not, i hope it is since it's kinda working actually), but i feel very numb i guess. very emotionless. i can laugh at stuff, i can smile, i can cry when i get flashbacks, and recently i have been very, very, irritable. but that's over a period of like a couple of months. i can't name how i feel right now. and sometimes the emotions that i do have feel.. forced? i don't know how to put it into words. it's all very confusing and kind of distressing, actually, in a way. remember that dead, hollow, emptiness i was talking about earlier somewhere? it's kind of like that, but like... all the time. but also not as intense. it's like kind of a dull dead hollow emptiness that i don't really notice until i stop talking to people, and the naturally forced emotions just kind of stop on their own (i say "naturally forced emotions" because i've been doing that for years, because of the way i was raised. whenever i felt sad or angry or any negative emotion, i shoved it down deep inside me and ignored it, and now it's become like second nature to me, and now i can easily hide emotions to the point where i have trouble figuring out what emotions i'm faking and what emotions i am truly feeling).
i don't know. i don't know how i feel or what i'm going to do while i wait to see my therapist and while i try to sort through all of this stuff, but what i do know is that i don't have it nearly as bad as other people and that i need to stop being a little bitch HAHA so i'm going to stop complaining now.
thank you so much if you've read up until this point. this is really my only way of "unloading" all of this, since 1) people here are able to relate and are at least familiar with where i'm coming from, 2) i feel much more comfortable sharing this anonymously (there is absolutely no way in hell i'm going to tell anybody in real life about what happened with my family member), and 3) i don't want to overwhelm my friends with all of this, and i don't trust my family anymore. not that i want to overwhelm anyone here, either, it's just. my friends are so unfamiliar with this kind of stuff that i fear that me telling them this would scare them off. hard to explain. but i'm sure at least one person understands where i'm coming from with this.
i'd appreciate someone just briefly telling me what all this could possibly mean, or tips on how to cope other than just emotionally shutting down lmao, or i don't know. anything that anyone thinks is cool or interesting that i should know that might help me deal with all this on my own.
thanks. i hope everyone is staying safe and healthy and having a great day. :)
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