I'm sitting here in the room I refer to as my prison cell writing then deleting, and writing then deleting, and so far I'm only stuck on the title.
Hesitant to express, nervous to divulge, spacey and drowsy from my new trial of medication to concentrate or apply myself fully. Yet here I sit desperate for you to understand, needy of your attention, and seeking greatly like many of you to be rid of the turmoil I suffer in isolation day by day.
My name shall remain anonymous as perhaps like many of you I am feeling very guarded towards myself, fiercely protective about the fragility of my emotions and my story, but mainly because I am ashamed to be experiencing such complex mental health conditions.
I I'm sure like many others with offer whispers of information, tease you with small insights into my world, hit you with impact fuelled statements and leave you feeling either intrigued and drawn to me, or have little patience or empathy towards my words of struggle, self indulgence and the complexity of my issues.
I am a twenty six year old female (I don't feel it appropriate to call myself a woman at this point) who spends her current life flitting between fight & fight or dissociation.
My therapist believes I am suffering from complex trauma & PTSD, My doctor believes I am suffering with depression and anxiety with all the emotional and physical implications of being switched on to fight & flight mode. My care coordinator believes I have emotional unstable disorder, and I myself feel I am dealing with all of the above, plus LLI and an Identity disorder and Bulimia.
I spend a lot of my time recently feeling as though I'm struggling to feel stable, and beating myself up about absolutely everything other than being in and enjoying my time from moment to moment.
My life is rather isolated spent mostly in my cell (bedroom) and venturing out to the gym or therapy most days. I find it difficult to feel supported, understood or loved. I fear everyone who walks into my life will abandoned me once they see my true struggle, unfortunately this has been the case over the last few years. In the spring my work got on top of me and so did the suppressed trauma which I've experienced over the last sixteen years, I was in a black hole, my buttons were pressed within my volatile relationship with my fiancé which quickly became abusive, the once beautiful fairy tale relationship and all my dream ended in the spring and this sent me into a spiral of emotional turmoil which resulted in several suicide attempts and a hospital addition earlier this summer.
So here I am four months later searching for my escapism, struggling every day(and I mean really struggling to fight on), frustrated with therapy, sometimes feeling like I'm going backwards, desperate to feel not alone
Hesitant to express, nervous to divulge, spacey and drowsy from my new trial of medication to concentrate or apply myself fully. Yet here I sit desperate for you to understand, needy of your attention, and seeking greatly like many of you to be rid of the turmoil I suffer in isolation day by day.
My name shall remain anonymous as perhaps like many of you I am feeling very guarded towards myself, fiercely protective about the fragility of my emotions and my story, but mainly because I am ashamed to be experiencing such complex mental health conditions.
I I'm sure like many others with offer whispers of information, tease you with small insights into my world, hit you with impact fuelled statements and leave you feeling either intrigued and drawn to me, or have little patience or empathy towards my words of struggle, self indulgence and the complexity of my issues.
I am a twenty six year old female (I don't feel it appropriate to call myself a woman at this point) who spends her current life flitting between fight & fight or dissociation.
My therapist believes I am suffering from complex trauma & PTSD, My doctor believes I am suffering with depression and anxiety with all the emotional and physical implications of being switched on to fight & flight mode. My care coordinator believes I have emotional unstable disorder, and I myself feel I am dealing with all of the above, plus LLI and an Identity disorder and Bulimia.
I spend a lot of my time recently feeling as though I'm struggling to feel stable, and beating myself up about absolutely everything other than being in and enjoying my time from moment to moment.
My life is rather isolated spent mostly in my cell (bedroom) and venturing out to the gym or therapy most days. I find it difficult to feel supported, understood or loved. I fear everyone who walks into my life will abandoned me once they see my true struggle, unfortunately this has been the case over the last few years. In the spring my work got on top of me and so did the suppressed trauma which I've experienced over the last sixteen years, I was in a black hole, my buttons were pressed within my volatile relationship with my fiancé which quickly became abusive, the once beautiful fairy tale relationship and all my dream ended in the spring and this sent me into a spiral of emotional turmoil which resulted in several suicide attempts and a hospital addition earlier this summer.
So here I am four months later searching for my escapism, struggling every day(and I mean really struggling to fight on), frustrated with therapy, sometimes feeling like I'm going backwards, desperate to feel not alone
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