I have bailed. I've bailed twice and am fighting another bail. The first time I bailed I ran 2000 miles away. I was in a panic and felt afraid for my life. It was perceived and not a real danger, but my body didn't see it that way. All I felt was an overwhelming need to get away fast! My spouse of 15 years at that point, chased me which just made things worse and made me feel MORE in danger. It took me along time to recover from that and I came back to the relationship. I bailed again 15 months ago. This time I was again afraid for my life (perceived) and litterally dropped off the face of the earth. My body took over and I was in a full fledge panic. It took me about three weeks before I could make contact and a total a six weeks before I came home.
It wasn't until AFTER that bail, that I was diagnosised with severe PTSD and I began fighting for my sanity. My body had completely taken over and I was plagued with all the symptoms, ect. Nightmares, depression, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, I'm a trembling wreck most days. I can't think clearly. I was put on an assortment of medications and an incident occured and I was triggered again and I had a "planned" bail. Thirty days later I was stilll gone on the "planned bail" and I attempted suicide by overdosed, trying to end the pain. I was unresponsive in ICU for awhile, but I pulled out of it. But I woke up furious that I had been brought back. Two months later, I returned home.
Each time I bailed, i did have my two children with me.
Its been about four months since I returned and I simply cannot fight the urge to leave. I'm obssed with not being "good enough". Hurting my family as I try to endure the hell that is PTSD. I don't understand my own thoughts, how can i expect my family. I've been in therapy for the past fourteen months fighting, working, trying to hold on. I just want to be alone. I don't want to have to deal with people. Not my spouse, not my job, not my children, not my grandchiildren. I love them all so desperately, but I don't "feel" anything except overwhelming disconnect except with the obsession to go. I want out so bad, but I am deathly afraid of being "kicked out of the family" and living a life alone, away from them all (including my husband). But in the same breath, I hate him.
My husband and I have beeen married 25 years and my ptsd is a result of an extremely abusive marriage (with my same husband) for 20 years. Yes I'm living with my past abuser. He knows why I'm the way I am and that he is responsible for my PTSD, but he is also fighting just as hard as I am to save this family. I just can't get my shit together and the more I try to force myself into this well-defined position of wife and mother, the more and more I want to end it all. I want to run because I don't want to die. I am the danger to myself now and I fight the urge every day.
As insane as all this sounds, it feels so much more so in my mind, body and spirit. I am an educated, professional and to know me, you'd never see it. But it is leaking out the edges now...