Hello, everyone. I'm new here and feeling my way both with the forum and the whole idea of PTSD. I feel strange when I think about PTSD, as if part of me is on the outside nodding my head saying how it explains a lot and the other part of me is silently screaming.
I'm from Minnesota. Newly divorced this past summer. Had been married for near 12 years. It started out very good and turned very ugly. I was kept nearly totally isolated for the last 5-6 years - most of that time literally in fear of losing my life. I got hurt a lot. Being so alone with so much fear for so long had more of an impact on me than I realized, now that I am not there. When I left, I lost my farm and my horses and dogs and my sweet flock of sheep. I left behind my gardens and my meadows and my woods. I have no words for that sorrow.
I had to plot my escape, because I was so afraid of what might happen. I had to find homes for my critters. It was all very hard and complex and had to be done so, so carefully. Losing my farm was losing part of me, of my dream.
Not quite sure who I am these days. Sometimes I feel so clear and other times so muddy. What a mess.
My family wants me to slide back into life as if that whole chapter of 5/6 years had never been written. "That's been over for 6 months! Forget about it! You should be over it by now!" I feel like a failure when I hear that.
So here I am. I'm glad to have found this place.
Kate
I'm from Minnesota. Newly divorced this past summer. Had been married for near 12 years. It started out very good and turned very ugly. I was kept nearly totally isolated for the last 5-6 years - most of that time literally in fear of losing my life. I got hurt a lot. Being so alone with so much fear for so long had more of an impact on me than I realized, now that I am not there. When I left, I lost my farm and my horses and dogs and my sweet flock of sheep. I left behind my gardens and my meadows and my woods. I have no words for that sorrow.
I had to plot my escape, because I was so afraid of what might happen. I had to find homes for my critters. It was all very hard and complex and had to be done so, so carefully. Losing my farm was losing part of me, of my dream.
Not quite sure who I am these days. Sometimes I feel so clear and other times so muddy. What a mess.
My family wants me to slide back into life as if that whole chapter of 5/6 years had never been written. "That's been over for 6 months! Forget about it! You should be over it by now!" I feel like a failure when I hear that.
So here I am. I'm glad to have found this place.
Kate