I am in my 50's
My PTSD stems from early childhood abuse and rejection. It was taken to the next level by peer rejection in early grade school. I am not the best looking person but not a troll under a bridge either. I suppose I am Joe average. Acceptance is very difficult for me to accept and am always triggered by anything that even remotely seems like rejection.
I feel that no one in my life can or will ever understand me or my issues. My cognitive mind views my issues as childish and immature and that is how I feel my friends would view them and me. My heart however is raw and hurting. Coupled with the normal holiday stress I had a huge trigger a few hours ago and just want to crawl in a hole.
I'll put on my fake happy face though and go to a Christmas party and drink, smile and laugh the evening away, but inside I will be a shriveled dying mess. And no one will have a clue. And they would all view me as weird if they did. I can hear the voices now, grow up, get over it, deal with it blah blah blah.
I am not suicidal, but I really think I understand those who do that sort of thing. At least the pain is gone.
My PTSD stems from early childhood abuse and rejection. It was taken to the next level by peer rejection in early grade school. I am not the best looking person but not a troll under a bridge either. I suppose I am Joe average. Acceptance is very difficult for me to accept and am always triggered by anything that even remotely seems like rejection.
I feel that no one in my life can or will ever understand me or my issues. My cognitive mind views my issues as childish and immature and that is how I feel my friends would view them and me. My heart however is raw and hurting. Coupled with the normal holiday stress I had a huge trigger a few hours ago and just want to crawl in a hole.
I'll put on my fake happy face though and go to a Christmas party and drink, smile and laugh the evening away, but inside I will be a shriveled dying mess. And no one will have a clue. And they would all view me as weird if they did. I can hear the voices now, grow up, get over it, deal with it blah blah blah.
I am not suicidal, but I really think I understand those who do that sort of thing. At least the pain is gone.