hockeygrl17
Bronze Member
This entire post is just ramblings of things going through my head. I would love some help sorting all of this out.
This forum is the only place I have to turn besides my husband, who is no doubt completely engulfed by this (me) as well. We moved 1300 miles (2 states) away from both of our families to get away from them. It has been one of the hardest transitions I have ever encountered. I just don't know what to do anymore. We won't be able to afford therapy or medication until January 2016. All of this is hard enough. With both of us off meds for over a month.. I just hope we can do it. I believe in the power of the mind, and that positive thinking and thankfulness goes a very long way, the only problem is that my mind is under a war, especially as of late. I haven't slept consistently well in years, and the nightmares every night, while i have become numb to those as well, it is still tough at times. I struggle with self care the most. It is amazing that I even get myself to shower once a week now. I have lost every single person I have ever called a friend, and I am literally, physically alone. I am very lucky to have my husband, but we have had major turmoil as well from the beginning of our marriage. We are both under the same wing of families that simply do not care about us, only themselves. Therefore, I am stuck. He and I both are, but he seems to be able to handle things (or at least shove them down better). I have been in therapy since I was in play therapy at age 3. I was constantly told there was something wrong with me, and now I know a different version, a more truthful version of that- that I struggle greatly to digest. I hear the therapist correcting me in my head as I type this, "only speak of yourself, not others". That, I think is one of the reasons I don't journal, besides the anger that often envelops, the flashbacks- everything starts engulfing me like I am drowning in the middle of the ocean with no assured help to rescue or comfort me, and I have no idea how to help myself, to comfort myself. I never have. I would say that is one of the hardest parts of my life. Again, currently, the other hardest part of my life has been the loneliness. No one understands why I withdraw, isolate heavily, why i don't take care of myself, why i am not social, why i don't wear make up or do my hair. No one asks. No one asks why I cannot trust them, or why I never want to go out and have fun. I don't remember if Ive ever truly had fun, or what that, and let alone happiness and joy, feels like. I am not sure most days if I want any of that either. I don't know what I want anymore. Everything that I have ever dreamed of has not come to fruition because for the last 29 years of my life I have lived a lie i did not know of. Did I choose my husband 2 years ago when we got married? Or was that a lie too? Was he just a soul that my soul recognized as similar? If you asked me what love was, I could not describe it as it is completely foreign to me. I am lost. Nothing makes sense. I don't know where to go from here. All I know is that i am fairly certain I don't want to die, I just don't know how to live, and I'm not sure I could do what is needed to live well.
-Lindsay
This forum is the only place I have to turn besides my husband, who is no doubt completely engulfed by this (me) as well. We moved 1300 miles (2 states) away from both of our families to get away from them. It has been one of the hardest transitions I have ever encountered. I just don't know what to do anymore. We won't be able to afford therapy or medication until January 2016. All of this is hard enough. With both of us off meds for over a month.. I just hope we can do it. I believe in the power of the mind, and that positive thinking and thankfulness goes a very long way, the only problem is that my mind is under a war, especially as of late. I haven't slept consistently well in years, and the nightmares every night, while i have become numb to those as well, it is still tough at times. I struggle with self care the most. It is amazing that I even get myself to shower once a week now. I have lost every single person I have ever called a friend, and I am literally, physically alone. I am very lucky to have my husband, but we have had major turmoil as well from the beginning of our marriage. We are both under the same wing of families that simply do not care about us, only themselves. Therefore, I am stuck. He and I both are, but he seems to be able to handle things (or at least shove them down better). I have been in therapy since I was in play therapy at age 3. I was constantly told there was something wrong with me, and now I know a different version, a more truthful version of that- that I struggle greatly to digest. I hear the therapist correcting me in my head as I type this, "only speak of yourself, not others". That, I think is one of the reasons I don't journal, besides the anger that often envelops, the flashbacks- everything starts engulfing me like I am drowning in the middle of the ocean with no assured help to rescue or comfort me, and I have no idea how to help myself, to comfort myself. I never have. I would say that is one of the hardest parts of my life. Again, currently, the other hardest part of my life has been the loneliness. No one understands why I withdraw, isolate heavily, why i don't take care of myself, why i am not social, why i don't wear make up or do my hair. No one asks. No one asks why I cannot trust them, or why I never want to go out and have fun. I don't remember if Ive ever truly had fun, or what that, and let alone happiness and joy, feels like. I am not sure most days if I want any of that either. I don't know what I want anymore. Everything that I have ever dreamed of has not come to fruition because for the last 29 years of my life I have lived a lie i did not know of. Did I choose my husband 2 years ago when we got married? Or was that a lie too? Was he just a soul that my soul recognized as similar? If you asked me what love was, I could not describe it as it is completely foreign to me. I am lost. Nothing makes sense. I don't know where to go from here. All I know is that i am fairly certain I don't want to die, I just don't know how to live, and I'm not sure I could do what is needed to live well.
-Lindsay