PerfectEmpire
Diamond Member
Hello atl22, I'm glad you're here. Your introduction is beautiful.
I can also relate to your anger issues. When I first got married I was yelling at my husband and throwing things at him and acting outright crazy. But I saw that it made him distant. Therapy helped me learn to communicate in a healthier way. I've been married 4.5 years now and I hardly ever get like that anymore. It's likely possible for you to learn and change and see results, with good therapy.
What you said about pepper is very interesting. It reminds me of the sort of sort of thinking you mentioned earlier: "act crazy and taunt death in order to prove to myself that I am a good person." Eat pepper to remind myself that I am still alive. It's deep; it's kind of obsessive; it's a result of being in a lethal context day in and day out. Those sentences wouldn't make logical sense to most "normal" people. My PTSD during the worst years was very similar. Everything was attached to a heavy life/death meaning, because everything reminded me of something else. I totally get what you are saying about pepper. I was constantly reminding myself of heavy concepts by using particular brand names, ink colors, foods, numbers. And I played mind games with myself similar to how you were taunting death.
I'm so glad you posted. I hate that you are suffering, but I feel hope for you.
This happens to me all of the time! You are not alone there! I cannot for the life of me figure out why I get flashbacks while doing the most mundane tasks. And I get lost all the time. Whenever I had jobs, I always had a difficult time explaining to my boss that I was late because I got lost while going to the same place I go every day!I have flashbacks at the oddest moments, like reaching for a gallon of milk I remember a murder that I witnessed and I get lost sometimes when walking in the middle of the street.
I can relate to this logic. Wow. It really brings me back to about age 12... I'm glad you posted this.So many of my good friends died while the evil ones lived that I became convinced by age 16 that only good people were killed, which made me act crazy and taunt death in order to prove to myself that I am a good person but each day that I lived made me believe that I was not good at all.
I don't even know what to say. This is my favorite part of your intro. For some reason I can relate. While it may not be a gun, I think most of us have had to put down something in order to move on to a better life. To live a safer life you have to play your part and demonstrate commitment to those ideals, though it is often frightening. I'm still dealing with this because I still need to put down the gun that's in my mind - my mental defenses that are keeping me from healing.The day that I put down my gun was the scariest day of my life. I remember how light I felt and how empty and terrified.
Every human. I am SO glad you said this. Many people I know do not understand this concept. They think that people who kill are "evil" or "bad." I spent a great deal of time in the worst parts of Baltimore growing up and will never forget the people I met and their humanity. My father would carry his gun with him everywhere we went. It's a way of life there. When I was 12 I learned that even I was capable of becoming outright homicidal. After that, my whole understanding of the world took a sharp turn. What I'm saying is, wow, I love what you've posted. I think you have a lot of insight to share with the world.I want to have faith in humans again because I learned so young that every human is capable of murder.
I can also relate to your anger issues. When I first got married I was yelling at my husband and throwing things at him and acting outright crazy. But I saw that it made him distant. Therapy helped me learn to communicate in a healthier way. I've been married 4.5 years now and I hardly ever get like that anymore. It's likely possible for you to learn and change and see results, with good therapy.
What you said about pepper is very interesting. It reminds me of the sort of sort of thinking you mentioned earlier: "act crazy and taunt death in order to prove to myself that I am a good person." Eat pepper to remind myself that I am still alive. It's deep; it's kind of obsessive; it's a result of being in a lethal context day in and day out. Those sentences wouldn't make logical sense to most "normal" people. My PTSD during the worst years was very similar. Everything was attached to a heavy life/death meaning, because everything reminded me of something else. I totally get what you are saying about pepper. I was constantly reminding myself of heavy concepts by using particular brand names, ink colors, foods, numbers. And I played mind games with myself similar to how you were taunting death.
I'm so glad you posted. I hate that you are suffering, but I feel hope for you.