There are literally millions of things that I could have done differently that might have prevented my trauma. But maybe they wouldn't have.
Been thinking of this.
It's actually kinda helping me to ponder this:
-Maybe if I didn't have the trauma I have had so far, I'd have gotten worse, or gotten killed, or gotten into the same shit anyway, or worse, or taken longer to connect the dots on my childhood trauma and address it-
On top of that!
-If I had not started this PTSD treatment "adventure" (lmao), if I had not had my trauma, the adult stuff, the rape, the torture... maybe I wouldn't have discovered my Bipolar 1 diagnosis for ages, and maybe that discovery would have happened in a worse way, that got me into trouble, and ruined my life on its own-
Instead I am treating my trauma, -now-. I can't treat all the childhood stuff while I live with my mom, a horrible abuser - but, at least I now have acknowledged it. Noticed it. Exhumed it. Without the horrible adult shit, that may have never been uncovered, and maybe it would have lead to worse than I have experienced - also now that I have had those bad experiences, maybe they will be less likely to be repeated in the future (especially since part of my degree is in History - those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat it, and historians are doomed to watch everyone else repeat it ?).
I got to discover I'm bipolar 1 with a good pdoc who knows how to treat it and has a lot of experience with bipolar people, some who are extremely successful CEOs and stuff. So. I am in good hands. I know better now, how to handle it. I know it's a thing. I know what to do, when, I have read up on it a bit, I've got good checklists/self-tests-/etc. to determine whether I'm manic or not (seems to be the main issue - I've never been big on depression compared to others, I guess that's a silver lining even though my mania is very severe and I have to have extreme caution and many safeguards to make it through)
Anyway.
I guess today I am in a better mood and sort of thinking about the silver linings.
Shit sucks, the past for me has sucked, and is all f*cked up. But it's also -behind- me. It's not ahead of me. I don't think I'll ever wind up in an abusive situation like that again - especially considering the -moment- any future partner hits me, I am getting the f*ck out of there - this time for real. I used to think I would do that, but I let it slide, and because of letting it slide it slid into torture eventually.
But now I know better, at least.
Maybe I won't hold onto my thoughts I'm having now, my feelings I'm having now, but - yeah.
Shit could be worse, I could still be ignorant of my childhood abuse, I could be in a bad relationship right now -and I am not!-
I just have a shitty living situation, that I'm trying to claw my way out of.
I wish disability didn't take months to go through >.< or that I started earlier.
Oh well.