I have been diagnosed with multiple things, I even considered I might be autistic as I just don't feel I function like other people. But I'm facing it now, that I probably have c-ptsd due to severe emotional abuse as a child.
I have worked alot to be better, mainly in how I treat others. I have been very distrustful and manipulative with people, especially other women. I have made progress with this but now I hit a wall with myself.
I have always been anxious. But it is becoming unbearable. I cringe at everything I do, and have developed vocal tics because of this. Nobody seems to understand the tics, my psych has no clue but she is overrun with patients and I try to understand that.
I can't talk to people without pulling myself apart after. I constantly torment myself in my own head and it becomes unbearable. I carry alot of shame.
I forgive my abuser, my mother, and I love her. We have a good relatonship now that I have moved out is likely why I have been so desperate to make out my problem is anything but ptsd due to her actions. We never talk about it. I doubt I ever could. My whole family pretends it never happened. The ones who know anyways, the rest still believe I was a difficult child my mam had to put up with.
I don't know what the next step forward is. I feel like my pain is very deep rooted. I worry I will never be okay. I will always be that little girl. I want to write about the things that happened to me but that still feels treacherous to my family. I really need to reach out into the ether here and see what reaches back. Please help me.
I have worked alot to be better, mainly in how I treat others. I have been very distrustful and manipulative with people, especially other women. I have made progress with this but now I hit a wall with myself.
I have always been anxious. But it is becoming unbearable. I cringe at everything I do, and have developed vocal tics because of this. Nobody seems to understand the tics, my psych has no clue but she is overrun with patients and I try to understand that.
I can't talk to people without pulling myself apart after. I constantly torment myself in my own head and it becomes unbearable. I carry alot of shame.
I forgive my abuser, my mother, and I love her. We have a good relatonship now that I have moved out is likely why I have been so desperate to make out my problem is anything but ptsd due to her actions. We never talk about it. I doubt I ever could. My whole family pretends it never happened. The ones who know anyways, the rest still believe I was a difficult child my mam had to put up with.
I don't know what the next step forward is. I feel like my pain is very deep rooted. I worry I will never be okay. I will always be that little girl. I want to write about the things that happened to me but that still feels treacherous to my family. I really need to reach out into the ether here and see what reaches back. Please help me.