Song lyrics, eh? Yeah, I'll have to work on it.
I'm actually seeing a family doctor that apparently knows about PTSD. I'm going in for my second visit soon. I did have a counselor, but she was incompetent in my opinion. I told her I was anti-med, and then she stopped making suggestions and just listened. I wanted her to listen, but I also wanted her to help me, and she stopped when I told her I was anti-med. That was six months ago, but I think it might not be a bad idea. I really don't want to get hooked on something, though, and I'm kind of afraid to take medication. Anyway, I've had almost ten people in the last two months tell me they think I have PTSD, and I'm convinced that it is. It's kind of obvious after what happened. I just didn't have the label for it until now. All the symptoms line up exactly, but I haven't yet been diagnosed by a professional. My biggest issue is that I just shut down completely when I'm overloaded, or I get extremely defensive and want to have complete control over conversations. I've also been saying some very nasty things to my brothers and sisters, and even to my parents. I just don't know how else to interact with them at this point. I want them to listen and I also want them to understand, but they just say the wrong things. I kind of feel like I'm at a breaking point. I have so much garbage being thrown on me, and nobody seems to understand how heavy it is. It's not just internal issues I'm dealing with. I'm currently being sued for something that wasn't my fault. I have debts that I don't believe are a) enforceable, b) accurate, and c) mine. I recently ended my freelance design business that I was doing on the side (which is the only reason I decided to take the dumb retail job that I have now...for security). I'm about to lose my job and I have nowhere to go. I live in a van. I quit shaving. Even with the job, I make less money now than I have my entire adult life. I can't afford not to have health insurance if I'm going to fix my problems. I need counseling. I need something to change. At this point I'm kind of desperate. I want it to change, and that's why I've been yelling and screaming to my family. Even my friends have suggested PTSD, and they haven't even seen all the symptoms because I hold it all in around them. But what really bothers me is that I feel like a really needy, annoying little kid. I hate feeling pathetic and needy. If I were in anyone else's shoes, I would walk away from me. And damn it. I'm not rhyming.