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Susan Jane
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It took me years to admit it, say it and have any form of compassion for myself. I used to describe it as an deer on a road looking into the headlights of an oncoming car unable to move out of pure fear. I felt this way a lot in my life. I used to tell friends I was tired, go lay in bed and listen to them having fun, in this state. I can see myself there now, a helpless terrified child, a deer with its eyes locked in headlights. I never told a soul about it. I thought I was crazy. I drugged through life, using alcohol to calm myself at gatherings, walking in a trance, scared. I try and empathize with this person now. What could have happened to make me this way. Finding some compassion for myself has made me better equipped when the storm comes, but when the eye of the storm hits, I go back to a state of fear that makes functioning impossible and I anxiously look for comfort. I do not medicate myself unless it is so bad that I cannot leave my bed. I have learned that in this state I can reach out for help. I was not able to do that 3 years ago. I still feel shame. Thanks for your support Rose WhiteExcellent description!