St.Maybe
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I had a nightmare about my ex.
I looked at him and felt this intense annoyance. “Aren’t you dead? He said you were dead…” I was confused, and I don’t remember what happened in the dream but I woke up filled with anxiety.
The night before, the “he” in question, the man I love, had lost his shit and was yelling at me, and I went straight into this hellhole of symptoms for around a week.
Nightmares are among them… I remember dreams of fearing for my life, but not in ways that I truly have. The dreams were a lighter, stranger series of frightening events than have marked my actual life.
Anyway,
He’s gone. And I don’t recognize myself when I smile about it, and don’t feel guilty. I wonder about that, but then I shrug it off.
But the argument…
I dissolved into this mess after the argument and struggled to eat or do much until the grip of panic let up.
I felt guilty, laying on the couch, dazed while he cleaned the absolute mess I’d made the night before just wandering around like a zombie.
I’m embarrassed thinking of how I put a chair in front of the door when he has never harmed me and was not coming, because I told him to stay away.
A week lost to one argument.
I worry about this relationship. I know I don’t react to things like a “normal” person but even without PTSD I’m not okay with being spoken to like that.
I worry about the way he communicates… I’m tired of having my heart broken.
And I’m glad the man who raped and stalked me is dead and gone and that I can finally f*cking breathe, and I resent that he infringed upon my nightmares.
And it was the yelling that triggered it.
I never wanted to see his face again.
And I never want to feel this way again.
I just had to get this off my chest, I guess, so I came here because I don’t think there’s anywhere else I can do so comfortably. The end.
I looked at him and felt this intense annoyance. “Aren’t you dead? He said you were dead…” I was confused, and I don’t remember what happened in the dream but I woke up filled with anxiety.
The night before, the “he” in question, the man I love, had lost his shit and was yelling at me, and I went straight into this hellhole of symptoms for around a week.
Nightmares are among them… I remember dreams of fearing for my life, but not in ways that I truly have. The dreams were a lighter, stranger series of frightening events than have marked my actual life.
Anyway,
He’s gone. And I don’t recognize myself when I smile about it, and don’t feel guilty. I wonder about that, but then I shrug it off.
But the argument…
I dissolved into this mess after the argument and struggled to eat or do much until the grip of panic let up.
I felt guilty, laying on the couch, dazed while he cleaned the absolute mess I’d made the night before just wandering around like a zombie.
I’m embarrassed thinking of how I put a chair in front of the door when he has never harmed me and was not coming, because I told him to stay away.
A week lost to one argument.
I worry about this relationship. I know I don’t react to things like a “normal” person but even without PTSD I’m not okay with being spoken to like that.
I worry about the way he communicates… I’m tired of having my heart broken.
And I’m glad the man who raped and stalked me is dead and gone and that I can finally f*cking breathe, and I resent that he infringed upon my nightmares.
And it was the yelling that triggered it.
I never wanted to see his face again.
And I never want to feel this way again.
I just had to get this off my chest, I guess, so I came here because I don’t think there’s anywhere else I can do so comfortably. The end.
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