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Well, maybe that's why SI is in september, my mom's biirthday. Not just because I miss her, which I do, but probably the reminder of what a failure I am, and how she would have died before she whined and complained like I do. A reminder of her bravery, of which I am ashamed of my own lacking, a reminder of no family left, or what little is left is fractured and estranged, no family of my own, a job that I despise with primarily old, very well-taken care of people who complain, the opposite of her or any of my family, who frankly didn't mostly live old. Not to mention it barely pays the bills, let alone allows for eventual retirement. Which will be impossible, especially single. But the fault my own, I screwed up the end of my education, albeit heavily influenced (but unaware at the time) of the ptsd.
No real safety or refuge in my house, either, will be even less so without it however.
And a woman I know, very nice but asks me every day, like today, "Don't have a bf yet?" And as I told her, "I don't want one". Which I don't, and marriage at any stage in the future, is laughable because of my ptsd symptomology included. But does that mean I'm supposed to not have fleeting, non-committed connection? According to my religion, yes. Which is just another example of not fitting in anywhere. Not that I have any inclination to reach out or communicate in even the smallest way.
I hope I can change my life. No where do I belong in it. And as far as ptsd goes, I feel like I an :alien: .(Not meant to offend anyone here). I can barely hold on much longer, and what's worse is I don't even know what I'm holding on for.
No real safety or refuge in my house, either, will be even less so without it however.
And a woman I know, very nice but asks me every day, like today, "Don't have a bf yet?" And as I told her, "I don't want one". Which I don't, and marriage at any stage in the future, is laughable because of my ptsd symptomology included. But does that mean I'm supposed to not have fleeting, non-committed connection? According to my religion, yes. Which is just another example of not fitting in anywhere. Not that I have any inclination to reach out or communicate in even the smallest way.
I hope I can change my life. No where do I belong in it. And as far as ptsd goes, I feel like I an :alien: .(Not meant to offend anyone here). I can barely hold on much longer, and what's worse is I don't even know what I'm holding on for.
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