Empty Shell
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I can't stop thinking about how horribly my life went, how I should have done x y z things at x y z points... I've worked on a lot of trauma and made a lot of progress but... I can't help but look back and go "holy f*ck I seriously f*cked up. If I had just handled this one little thing differently..." so on and so forth, ad infinitum, ad nauseum, whatever friggin fancy Latin phrase you wanna insert.
I'd prefer to stay positive though, it's kinda pissing me off that I'm having these thoughts, too.
I wish I could just go "f*ck it all" and just be like, "ahh whatever" at my past. I wish I could sit here and go "hey holy shit I'm f*cking alive who gives a f*ck how much I f*cked up, I should be dead several times over by now" and f*cking -appreciate it-... appreciate that I am even f*ckin' writing this. I wish I could be like "hey, 2nd chance at life, forget the past was even there, just, start over, you got a reset button, just recharge and go back at it"
But it's not as easy as just wishing.
I'm having a hard time not thinking about the trauma, but now instead of the very panicky moments, the weapons stuff, the gun stuff, I'm thinking about the other aspects of the traumas. I'm also thinking about the rape a lot, the shame, the guilt, the disgust, so on.
I keep thinking about how I shouldn't have let any of that happen, how I could have prevented it, even with the whole "lol hindsight is 20/20" thing, which I say all the time haha... even with that, I'm like, really being down on myself and feeling like I f*cked up my life really bad.
I don't even know what words to put into it. A lot of self-negativity, with a hint of anger at the people who did this to me. But mostly just self-negativity, feeling like I f*cked up, feeling like I missed out on so much shit, feeling like my life could have been f*cking awesome by now but instead I ruined it.
Feeling like I just ruin everything - I think that's something related to my childhood trauma. My mom basically, my whole life, has gone right to me as the family scapegoat. I was always guilty until proven innocent, at which point I get a scolding to make sure I don't do whatever it is she was blaming me for and... yeah just, horrible f*cking mother. No love for me as far as I am concerned, in regards to the definition of the word "love" in my head.
My mom has always had no confidence in me, or my decisions - I guess writing this all out has helped me kinda maybe pinpoint some of the source of these sorts of thoughts. Having it beaten into me as a kid, and having a f*cking dickwad of a mother.
But anyway...
What do I do to stop having all these thoughts of regret? These feelings of loss? What can I do about this shit I typed about?
Anyone relate? Any pointers?
I don't have any pointers, but thank you for your post. I'm still in a state of shock. In January I looked up PTSD and I literally have been verbalizing every symptom for years, 40+. Over 4 decades of my life spent trying to "FIX ME". I'm not fixed. I'm at a point of anger and rage that I've experienced over the years....my whole life. It was destroyed when I was 5. I was taught what to do, how to drink, keep secrets, get rewarded, what to expect in life, you know? I was taught how to behave. I was trained. I thought everyone ran their life like I was running mine! I have been in a pattern of fight-or-flight since my first memory in life. It was years of abuse of all kinds.
I don't know how to deal with the loss and sadness, anger, regret, rage. All these years of seeing counselors, psychologists, therapists of all kinds, self-help groups, shrinks, dime-a-dozen nursing interns. All those visits. Constant counseling to fix me, and NO ONE ever asked me, "What happened to you?" All these years, all those meds, groups, AA (without success in 30 years), all that money. Money, money, money, and I've been treated for Depression, anxiety, panic, finally bi-polar disorder which I took meds for about 20 years. Still broken.
However, I did share a lot of my childhood with these 'experts', someone should have been clued in. Seriously! My anger that I don't even remember!? That's crazy. PTSD showed up one day on my chart 20 years ago - AND NO ONE EVER ADDRESSED IT. Not one single time. Why didn't I is not even a question that anyone who knows me would ask me. I just go along....trusting, relying on, whatever happens pretty much.
I guess what I'm saying is that I could have had a chance at a few happy years. Waves hit me all day long, and I sob continuously. I'm no longer a drunk. Now that I know why I was a drunk, I can let it go. But the anger that lingers, comes and goes all day long....I'm exhausted. Being a drunk is the past, but trying to find someone who can help you navigate the waters of this ocean of feelings that have been stuffed for 57 years!
I don't mean to rage on, and go on about ME, but I do want to tell you I'm grateful this site is here. There's no one out there to help anymore.