I'm lying to everyone... I'm just so tired of pretending to be okay. I've kept a smile on me for so long but inside I just feel like I've rotted away to nothing. Why does it have to be so hard to just get out of the bed in the morning? I'm scared of losing to this
I was sexually abused when I was eight. It's been eleven years. I keep trying to tell myself to just get over it, but almost everything is a trigger for me, it seems. Hearing a kid cry, people talking in public places like a cafeteria, even rooms that have childcare colors like red, blue, yellow and green. I don't want to die, I just want to be in so much pain. I feel like he's still at my throat no matter where I am.
I saw my EMDR-T this Monday. I honestly just wanted to run up and hug and cry, but I'm just scared to show that I'm that bad right now. I just can't do it any more. Yea, I can prevent freaking out over flashbacks, but it's so hard seeing it in everything. I just want to give up. I've been lying to him about how I've been...
I feel like I can't reach out to anyone... the two best friends I have are hard to reach, one being at work a lot, the other living to far to be able to just drive and meet. The relationship with my mom, my other support, is gone. I'm so ashamed of myself right now that I just can't speak to her. I've tried to talk to one of my best friends like twice, but he's been busy, and I don't have the guts to just say, I really just need to talk. I don't want to seem desperate for help, but I am. I don't want to die, I just want peace.
I was intimate with my boyfriend for the first time, and I completely blacked out. I don't even remember doing it... I was numb... I'm scared that I'm pregnant... and I've told myself more than once that if I am I'm just going to give up ... I just can't do it anymore.
I've slept through my college Spanish class and my grades have dropped. I very rarely have ever gotten below a 90 on any test in my life. I made a 77 on my Spanish test, and I honestly just didn't care.
People are dying all around me... friends of my family have had people die. Although I didn't know those people directly, I am just so depressed about it... five people in a month...
I have a few minutes of happiness and it just drains away so quickly...
I just don't know what to do...
I was sexually abused when I was eight. It's been eleven years. I keep trying to tell myself to just get over it, but almost everything is a trigger for me, it seems. Hearing a kid cry, people talking in public places like a cafeteria, even rooms that have childcare colors like red, blue, yellow and green. I don't want to die, I just want to be in so much pain. I feel like he's still at my throat no matter where I am.
I saw my EMDR-T this Monday. I honestly just wanted to run up and hug and cry, but I'm just scared to show that I'm that bad right now. I just can't do it any more. Yea, I can prevent freaking out over flashbacks, but it's so hard seeing it in everything. I just want to give up. I've been lying to him about how I've been...
I feel like I can't reach out to anyone... the two best friends I have are hard to reach, one being at work a lot, the other living to far to be able to just drive and meet. The relationship with my mom, my other support, is gone. I'm so ashamed of myself right now that I just can't speak to her. I've tried to talk to one of my best friends like twice, but he's been busy, and I don't have the guts to just say, I really just need to talk. I don't want to seem desperate for help, but I am. I don't want to die, I just want peace.
I was intimate with my boyfriend for the first time, and I completely blacked out. I don't even remember doing it... I was numb... I'm scared that I'm pregnant... and I've told myself more than once that if I am I'm just going to give up ... I just can't do it anymore.
I've slept through my college Spanish class and my grades have dropped. I very rarely have ever gotten below a 90 on any test in my life. I made a 77 on my Spanish test, and I honestly just didn't care.
People are dying all around me... friends of my family have had people die. Although I didn't know those people directly, I am just so depressed about it... five people in a month...
I have a few minutes of happiness and it just drains away so quickly...
I just don't know what to do...