I always thought the fact that my relationships and a my potentially great friendships always failed because of me - because I was boring or moaney or not interesting enough. I know now it`s because of my past, PTSD, Panic Disorder and BPD.
I have tried desperately to access help repeatedly with little success. For mental health experts I am a success - high functioning, able to work, barely a drain on resources, and I haven`t killed myself yet.
I am on a waiting list of several months for group therapy.
I know I was very badly abused when I was very small, and was then severely mentally and physically abused throughout my childhood into adulthood. I was never protected, in fact the opposite. I have been fending for myself since i was 17. I`m now 39, with no family, children, or close relationships or friendships. I feel this has all been stolen from me.
Whenever I try to get close to someone I can to a point and then `the terror` as I call it strikes. I just block, cannot think of anything to say and my head just empties of words. I have been told by the few friends who have stayed with me that I try to push people people away. And this is just with my friendships. Those individuals drift, as I start to pen up and find myself depending on them too much, overloading them with my sadness as the PTSD starts to manifest itself and the chaos of my world becomes apparent.
With my relationships it`s horrific. Nightmares, skin crawling, living in a whirl of terror and suspicion. Positivity seems an impossible dream, mired down as I am in black and darkness. I cannot see anything positive or good about my world or who I am. I feel my life is worth nothing, and all I am left with is the unbearable overwhelming urge to escape.
The worst thing is that when I am relaxed, I really do love who I am. I am very bright, funny, caring, positive, sensitive, intuitive, wise. I have been told people are drawn to me, though I cannot see it myself.
But it is the loneliness that asphyxiates me. This doesn`t feel like a life, it feels like an existence. I thought I was normal before, but now I am trying to open up and face my issues, I realise just how lonely and scary my world is. I fear for Christmas, for when I am older, for being alone.
Apologies for the negativity btw X
I have tried desperately to access help repeatedly with little success. For mental health experts I am a success - high functioning, able to work, barely a drain on resources, and I haven`t killed myself yet.
I am on a waiting list of several months for group therapy.
I know I was very badly abused when I was very small, and was then severely mentally and physically abused throughout my childhood into adulthood. I was never protected, in fact the opposite. I have been fending for myself since i was 17. I`m now 39, with no family, children, or close relationships or friendships. I feel this has all been stolen from me.
Whenever I try to get close to someone I can to a point and then `the terror` as I call it strikes. I just block, cannot think of anything to say and my head just empties of words. I have been told by the few friends who have stayed with me that I try to push people people away. And this is just with my friendships. Those individuals drift, as I start to pen up and find myself depending on them too much, overloading them with my sadness as the PTSD starts to manifest itself and the chaos of my world becomes apparent.
With my relationships it`s horrific. Nightmares, skin crawling, living in a whirl of terror and suspicion. Positivity seems an impossible dream, mired down as I am in black and darkness. I cannot see anything positive or good about my world or who I am. I feel my life is worth nothing, and all I am left with is the unbearable overwhelming urge to escape.
The worst thing is that when I am relaxed, I really do love who I am. I am very bright, funny, caring, positive, sensitive, intuitive, wise. I have been told people are drawn to me, though I cannot see it myself.
But it is the loneliness that asphyxiates me. This doesn`t feel like a life, it feels like an existence. I thought I was normal before, but now I am trying to open up and face my issues, I realise just how lonely and scary my world is. I fear for Christmas, for when I am older, for being alone.
Apologies for the negativity btw X