Caution i talk about violence below. Please dont read if you could be triggered. That's happened to me before on a post. But I'll be PG.
The thing that caused my ptsd caused me to have to hide. I was alone. I was just waiting for them to find me. Waiting to fight for my life. I was waiting to die. And my mind just got trapped there. 911 had told me to arm myself. I just grabbed any thing Sharp or heavy I could throw, but let's be clear. These people were strong. I knew it would be a last ditch effort. So I got PTSD. So I remained scared to death. Scared of death.
My disability will run out soon. I lost my job over it. There were so many fallouts. We had to move. It's was like everything that could go wrong did. I didnt know how much had depended on me bucking up and dealing with crap everyday. I new I was stressed, but I couldn't see how bad it was. So when I couldn't be made of steel anymore, it fell. Everything fell.
I just say all that to say- i don't want to go back there in my memory. But last night I was there again. The memory wasn't leaving easy so I decided to stay and deal with my memory. I was trying to better understand what was going on in the moment it all began. I was trying to understand the fear. I was trying to visualize what I was afraid of. It was a black shadowy figure that, silly enough, looked like cloaked grim reaper. So I identified my fear, visualized it. (Side bar, it's the middle of the night now and someone decided to either set off a firework or fire a gun. Insert adrenaline here. ) oh geez maybe I can finish later. I can't finish this now, sorry. But relevant to the forum all the same. Damn triggers. Omg! I really can't finish. PTSD is crazy stealth. Sometimes it shuts parts of my brain off I swear like memories. I really tried.
The thing that caused my ptsd caused me to have to hide. I was alone. I was just waiting for them to find me. Waiting to fight for my life. I was waiting to die. And my mind just got trapped there. 911 had told me to arm myself. I just grabbed any thing Sharp or heavy I could throw, but let's be clear. These people were strong. I knew it would be a last ditch effort. So I got PTSD. So I remained scared to death. Scared of death.
My disability will run out soon. I lost my job over it. There were so many fallouts. We had to move. It's was like everything that could go wrong did. I didnt know how much had depended on me bucking up and dealing with crap everyday. I new I was stressed, but I couldn't see how bad it was. So when I couldn't be made of steel anymore, it fell. Everything fell.
I just say all that to say- i don't want to go back there in my memory. But last night I was there again. The memory wasn't leaving easy so I decided to stay and deal with my memory. I was trying to better understand what was going on in the moment it all began. I was trying to understand the fear. I was trying to visualize what I was afraid of. It was a black shadowy figure that, silly enough, looked like cloaked grim reaper. So I identified my fear, visualized it. (Side bar, it's the middle of the night now and someone decided to either set off a firework or fire a gun. Insert adrenaline here. ) oh geez maybe I can finish later. I can't finish this now, sorry. But relevant to the forum all the same. Damn triggers. Omg! I really can't finish. PTSD is crazy stealth. Sometimes it shuts parts of my brain off I swear like memories. I really tried.
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