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How Would You Describe Living With Ptsd?

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When it's at it's worst it feels there is a war going on inside my head. Well there kind of really is memory's of Afghanistan and thoughts of distrust towards everybody but knowing that those thoughts and feelings of distrust is good to an extent but will destroy my family if I allow them to control me so trying to battle different thoughts and feelings to an extent and not letting them control me.

So yeah a war inside my head sums it up pretty well.
 
I would describe my PTSD as painful, terrifying, and heartbreaking! A lot of days I describe it as the Devil or hell! Good days for me are far and short, usually more like an hour here or there actually! I feel like I am fighting something that is so strong and powerful that it's trying destroy all that I was and want to be. It's this invisible monster that I can't see to fight back and regain my life! Just talking about it can cause a panic attack and tire me out to the point I have to go lay in bed. It's a nonstop struggle for me. It's suffering and I felt guilty at first because I don't have it for what most know about PTSD. I didn't serve in the military and go to war. So I used to have panic attacks if I did see someone in uniform because I didn't want them to know I had it and then feel like i didn't do something brave and faced such terror like a war and being shot at. I had a surgery and it was a big deal but nothing as big as what they faced. I finally admit I have it to my family and friends this last winter and so I am still taking it in so its hard. I fear I will never be able to relax again and panic attacks are a face of life that wont change. I want to feel alive again but that seems like a stupid dream most days. I could go on forever about what my PTSD is like but I avoid it as much as I can right now because it hurts too much. I can feel my eyes watering and my throat getting tighter and my heart ready to speed up and I can't handle these feelings when I am alone. I miss being independent and free and how much I love life and lived it with little fear before! I was so happy!
 
Always being prepared for the worst. Always afraid of everything. Always ready to cry. Always living half in and half out of the world. FLASHBACK!!! Just breathe, breathe, bring yourself back, take a pill, sleep. Toss and turn, wake everyone up 5 or 6 times a night screaming. Wake up always being prepared for the worst.
 
Isolation because I can only deal with so much stress so I mete it out and use what energy/patience/tolerence I have on things that I MUST do.
Isolation because I worry what others will think of me when I do suddenly burst into tears; become a raging asshole for no particular reason; have a complete meltdown because of a flashback.
Isolation because isolating because that means I am less likely to encounter the triggers that set me off

Constant fear of what I will do because I'm NOT always in control.

Feeling bizarrely normal, knowing it won't last and deciding to not commit to anything for fear of the next bad day/week/month.
I would say it feels lonely except I'm usually to worried about guarding or the hellish angry war against myself, or just the black nothing that goes with 'staring at the wall all day' to feel lonely or bored.

If I'm bored, I know I'm having a good day.
If I'm bored, I know it won't last and I enjoy it as much as possible.

Triggers feel like someone has my brain in a vice. Not my head- my brain. It's almost buzzy feeling- like you've just started to drink. Everything is slightly farther away and then moves away quicker depending on how bad it is or disappears altogether.

Constant anxiety, constant fight in my head about the thousands of permutations of what that person meant when he said that or acted a certain way. Constant noise in my head. Constant adrenaline buzzy anxiety fed hyperness. Constantly checking doors, cars, windows, rushing to get the seat in the restaurant that puts you in a place that makes you feel safe. Needing to block stimulus so I can relax.

I only turn 'off' when I run or bike. Even that isn't a guarantee.
 
Simultaneous consciousnesses. Here now. Who? Me. Then. Not me. Me. Me? True? Really? Who cares? Get it together now! Who am I? Her? Me? What's me? Just do what you have to do. Get through. Is there more? Something different? Hope? Maybe. One breath at a time.
 
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