I've visited this site on a few occasions. I signed up as a member but couldn't post, so remained silent. I finally have scavenged enough bravery to write in here today.
I am 31 years old, female and am living with a 2 year diagnosis of complex trauma PTSD. Prior to this diagnosis, I was living in suppression of bliss. I had no memory of my past, just a blurry painting, easily glossed over.
I don't know where to start.
My dearest friend tells me that my past is the most horrific he has encountered, but yet, when I read what some of the people in the CPTSD forum went through, I feel ashamed and unworthy (but my complete outlook on the universe has been warped - or so I am told).
My ill-treatment came from a step father. Never my birth parents. I was tortured, abandoned, abused, mocked and punished from 9 to 15 years old.
My entirety of PTSD has had my mind consumed with "If you were stronger, you would be better. You are what you think. So if you are strong, you would be well".
Who I am was that strength. Now I am nothing. I know not who I am, what I should be, what is right anymore. I can not put faith in my vision, hearing nor thoughts. I have been told that I have been helplessly shaped by my past, and that my reactions, nuances, and personality are the result. Am I to be defined by this? Am I the result of my past? Did my emotional development suffer that greatly (the reply to this will vary immensely depending on who in my life you speak to)? Am I this much of a joke? I no longer know who I am. I have been ripped apart and scattered to the wind. I, honestly, stare out after some of my favourites of those retreating pieces and know in my heart I have seen them for the last time. What have I become? What am I to become? A more pathetic, helpless (two words I most despise!) ghost of what I once was?
I am uncontrollable rage, frustration, disgust, pain, weakness, mess.... but most of all, I am lost.
I am supported by two special people who I cherish. But I am often alone.
I am hoping for some answers here, understanding, truth, companionship, but most of all, honesty.
I am 31 years old, female and am living with a 2 year diagnosis of complex trauma PTSD. Prior to this diagnosis, I was living in suppression of bliss. I had no memory of my past, just a blurry painting, easily glossed over.
I don't know where to start.
My dearest friend tells me that my past is the most horrific he has encountered, but yet, when I read what some of the people in the CPTSD forum went through, I feel ashamed and unworthy (but my complete outlook on the universe has been warped - or so I am told).
My ill-treatment came from a step father. Never my birth parents. I was tortured, abandoned, abused, mocked and punished from 9 to 15 years old.
My entirety of PTSD has had my mind consumed with "If you were stronger, you would be better. You are what you think. So if you are strong, you would be well".
Who I am was that strength. Now I am nothing. I know not who I am, what I should be, what is right anymore. I can not put faith in my vision, hearing nor thoughts. I have been told that I have been helplessly shaped by my past, and that my reactions, nuances, and personality are the result. Am I to be defined by this? Am I the result of my past? Did my emotional development suffer that greatly (the reply to this will vary immensely depending on who in my life you speak to)? Am I this much of a joke? I no longer know who I am. I have been ripped apart and scattered to the wind. I, honestly, stare out after some of my favourites of those retreating pieces and know in my heart I have seen them for the last time. What have I become? What am I to become? A more pathetic, helpless (two words I most despise!) ghost of what I once was?
I am uncontrollable rage, frustration, disgust, pain, weakness, mess.... but most of all, I am lost.
I am supported by two special people who I cherish. But I am often alone.
I am hoping for some answers here, understanding, truth, companionship, but most of all, honesty.