A few weeks back I caught up with some old school friends whom I hadn't seen in 26 years. At first I was hesitant to catch up with them, but with my husband's support I went.
None of my old friends know the circumstances I have been through the last 5 years which caused my PTSD. They are not aware of the struggle and challenges I have been facing these last 15 months coming to terms with this illness,
The event was at a pub in the city - 3 hrs away from my home town. I found putting on my mask of coping and a few drinks (not a good thing with medication) got me through. I danced, I laughed, I loved.
I even dealt with the loud music (noises trigger me - especially in confined spaces). Felt like part of the old me was there again.
The next day I was very tired (3am morning) but coped. Obviously in a zombie way. LOL
Arrived home late the next evening and dealt with settling our 3 children etc.
The next day - WHOA. I became very hypervigilant/hyperaroused and anxious. A full on panic attack engulfed me. Nightmares returned. All I could think about was how loud the music was and I was back in my place of hell. No amount of mindfullness, relaxation or self talk could sooth me. This lasted for a couple of days. Even extra doses of Ativan didn't help.
It has taken me this long to query if this is a normal reaction when first attempting to socialise (each time I thought of posting, I triggered - holding it together now). Did I melt down because I was back in my safety zone of my home? Will I be stuck in this Land of Lost forever??? How do I keep the lines of friendship open and meet at the pub again in the future without going to the Place of Hell again??
Confused as usual...............:confused:
None of my old friends know the circumstances I have been through the last 5 years which caused my PTSD. They are not aware of the struggle and challenges I have been facing these last 15 months coming to terms with this illness,
The event was at a pub in the city - 3 hrs away from my home town. I found putting on my mask of coping and a few drinks (not a good thing with medication) got me through. I danced, I laughed, I loved.
I even dealt with the loud music (noises trigger me - especially in confined spaces). Felt like part of the old me was there again.
The next day I was very tired (3am morning) but coped. Obviously in a zombie way. LOL
Arrived home late the next evening and dealt with settling our 3 children etc.
The next day - WHOA. I became very hypervigilant/hyperaroused and anxious. A full on panic attack engulfed me. Nightmares returned. All I could think about was how loud the music was and I was back in my place of hell. No amount of mindfullness, relaxation or self talk could sooth me. This lasted for a couple of days. Even extra doses of Ativan didn't help.
It has taken me this long to query if this is a normal reaction when first attempting to socialise (each time I thought of posting, I triggered - holding it together now). Did I melt down because I was back in my safety zone of my home? Will I be stuck in this Land of Lost forever??? How do I keep the lines of friendship open and meet at the pub again in the future without going to the Place of Hell again??
Confused as usual...............:confused: