LiketheMouse
Bronze Member
A little about me. I suffer from C-PTSD. I grew up in an abusive household with parents who had mental health issues of their own. I survived my childhood and I got out. Went to college sought counseling, at the time everyone thought I just suffered from depression. When I was 24 my parents died in a murder suicide, leaving me to fend for myself and my little sister who was 17 at the time. To say the families handled it badly is an understatement. So I soldiered on... finding work that would support myself and my sister when needed. My life goals went out the window. In the same year my family insisted I must be bi-polar and I believed them. I took pills that didn't work and didn't treat anything, but I did turn into a zombie for the year I attempted to stay on them. Eventually I found Zoloft and Klonopin worked best for me and I've made every effort to stay medicated since then.
When I turned 30 I found out I had stage 3 cancer, survived that. When I was 40 I had a radical hysterectomy designed to save my life and remove all the tumors & diseased organs, I carried on.
Last year while under stress and attacks from a stalker, I had a break a real one. I reached out to my friends/family for help and they saw it as the sign that I'd officially lost it. The put me in a hell hole of "mental health" facility and washed their hands. Now I'm a year out, I've done therapy, meditation, medication and all that I know to do to rebuild my life, even those friendships.
I've been told: "It was an inconvenient time for you to just fall apart", "I have PTSD too and it goes away" "you need to get over it", "Everyone has issues".
My BEST Friends or so I thought, have abandoned me to figure this out myself.
In short.... as I've read on other posts here.... I've realized I don't matter to these people. They've treated me like a social pariah for over a year and spread lies about me to anyone who will listen in order to undermine me. I'm exhausted. I'm working every day to get better and I'm realizing that isolation isn't the answer, but dealing with the world is sometimes the worst thing for my own personal healing.
Hoping some of you have words of wisdom, as I'm all cried out.
When I turned 30 I found out I had stage 3 cancer, survived that. When I was 40 I had a radical hysterectomy designed to save my life and remove all the tumors & diseased organs, I carried on.
Last year while under stress and attacks from a stalker, I had a break a real one. I reached out to my friends/family for help and they saw it as the sign that I'd officially lost it. The put me in a hell hole of "mental health" facility and washed their hands. Now I'm a year out, I've done therapy, meditation, medication and all that I know to do to rebuild my life, even those friendships.
I've been told: "It was an inconvenient time for you to just fall apart", "I have PTSD too and it goes away" "you need to get over it", "Everyone has issues".
My BEST Friends or so I thought, have abandoned me to figure this out myself.
In short.... as I've read on other posts here.... I've realized I don't matter to these people. They've treated me like a social pariah for over a year and spread lies about me to anyone who will listen in order to undermine me. I'm exhausted. I'm working every day to get better and I'm realizing that isolation isn't the answer, but dealing with the world is sometimes the worst thing for my own personal healing.
Hoping some of you have words of wisdom, as I'm all cried out.