A bit about my trauma:
After years of hiding and repressing my past, it caught up to me. Now, everything I once knew is unrecognizable; the face I see in the mirror is a stranger. I was... abused. Drugged. Emotionally, physically and sexually--for a year. I once was a successful freelancer. Even though I'm in my twenties, I've been out of work for over a year now and it kills me. After being reluctant for so many years to try therapy, I've finally moved past that and found an amazing and supportive one.
I've been diagnosed with symptoms of a personality disorder (I split, have blackouts and become my abuser), PTSD and most recently, Bulimia.
What's worse is that I feel crazy. I feel at fault. I hate myself so much to the point of wishing to be brutally butchered. I see my abuser everywhere I go, talking to me, as if he were really here. Talking to me about taking control, when I should and shouldn't eat. He observes my therapy session in fear and wants to hurt me and has only once saved my life as I was trying to commit suicide, he hugged me and said he'd never leave me. I want a way out of loneliness. I go in cycles. Good, bad, worse. I just want that to end.
A bit about me:
I'm in love with writing, technology, psychology and Netflix.
A message to you all:
Thanks for reading!
After years of hiding and repressing my past, it caught up to me. Now, everything I once knew is unrecognizable; the face I see in the mirror is a stranger. I was... abused. Drugged. Emotionally, physically and sexually--for a year. I once was a successful freelancer. Even though I'm in my twenties, I've been out of work for over a year now and it kills me. After being reluctant for so many years to try therapy, I've finally moved past that and found an amazing and supportive one.
I've been diagnosed with symptoms of a personality disorder (I split, have blackouts and become my abuser), PTSD and most recently, Bulimia.
What's worse is that I feel crazy. I feel at fault. I hate myself so much to the point of wishing to be brutally butchered. I see my abuser everywhere I go, talking to me, as if he were really here. Talking to me about taking control, when I should and shouldn't eat. He observes my therapy session in fear and wants to hurt me and has only once saved my life as I was trying to commit suicide, he hugged me and said he'd never leave me. I want a way out of loneliness. I go in cycles. Good, bad, worse. I just want that to end.
A bit about me:
I'm in love with writing, technology, psychology and Netflix.
A message to you all:
Thanks for reading!