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It's hard when we are taught that safety can be found only in lying, because that's a lesson that's burned so deep into our brains that maybe it never goes away.
But for now, I am doing fine if anyone asks.
I definitely agree... it really is a survival tactic. I really didn't think of it that way but my senses are always so engaged in staying clear of troubles and trying to avoid certain triggers that it really is draining my energy. At the end of the day, all I can do is collapse. I say to myself, "God you didn't do ANYTHING today, what the hell..." But in reality, I've been noticing it more and more... When I get out of bed and decide to face the world, I really have done something. Other people possibly dont face that fear of reality. And I never knew how terrifying it could be until now. Nowadays, I just stay in bed and don't move for long stretches of time... When I fall asleep it's for 26-30 hrs at a time. Clearly a sign of depression. But at the same time, I'm staying up for days with little to no sleep at all. I have no idea why I'm doing this but I do know that I lie about it all the time to my friends. They ask me, "hey you look really tired! why don't you go to bed?" and instead of saying, "I'm afraid that every time I close my eyes, I'll see my hellish past..."
I just say, "Oh I'm just not tired. I'll fall asleep later, no biggie. I think I can make it to 3am today."
Again... like Teller said: I'm doing just fine.
I find such comfort in this. Thank you for sharing it. I'm on medical leave from college right now and every perfectionist bone in my body aches with guilt over "not doing anything." ... I was even prescribed sleeping pills,and I still wake up most nights unable to go back to sleep.
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I guess I wonder. Is this ease in which I lie common to PTSD or is it because I had to lie to my abuser so often to keep her pacified? Is it specific to my abuse, or something many experience? And if it's felt by many, does it get easier?