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I real really really messed up BIG this time :( Without boring everyone or getting into too much detail, I will try and just keep this short and straight to the point. Like everyone else on here, I too, am going through a lot...I would even go as far as saying maybe even too much.
I've recently been diagnosed with PTSD, met and married my best friend, lucky enough to gain a wonderful stepdaughter and blessed with a beautiful baby.
Two months ago, I underwent spinal surgery.... Which incidentally, time leading up to surgery date was extremely difficult for not only me, but my family too. I'm talking extreme PTSD symptoms! However, my best friend, my wife, my partner CEO, stayed by my side unconditionally, metaphorically, she somehow always managed to pick herself up from canvas of the octagon...My stepdaughter too :( Both of them were always in my corner, motivating me, inspiring me, never allowing me to quit, nor them throwing in the towel either...Through all the numerous name calling, hurting feelings, many proposed divorce threats and constantly being belittled, she stayed by my side and kept my head afloat.
After my surgery, we were all just finally getting along...It was like my PTSD had vanished!
I was finally back to normal, enjoying married life, being in a loving argument and problem n stress free world!!
All of a sudden a couple of weeks later, I started experiencing excruciating pain that would disable me from moving my leg and back causing me to pass out. I had no choice but to start taking my narcotic pain medication, which I must add, I am extremely paranoid and afraid of taking any medication, based on a previous bad experience that caused me a relationship and incarceration...Which I fully disclosed all my concerns to my wife.Now 2 days in on the dreadful meds, I can start feeling myself changing for the worse, so I explain to my wife that I want to go stay by my moms.
After a long and stressful and painful day, coming back home after driving my stepdaughter to her dads, I immediately start packing a bag to go over to my moms and tell my wife that I'm going......Next thing I realize, I'm sitting in my truck, freezing and barefoot? I ended up getting few charges of mischief and uttering threats and conditions now to stay away from the house and my family. As well the intervention of Children's Aid involved too....
I have no animosity or hatred or any malicious feelings or intentions towards my wife or police or children's aid. After all...I'm the one that created this mess.
I will say this, I really really really hate myself and regret taking meds, I should have just have endured the pain and this way nobody gets hurt but me. I don't know what to do or what to think where to start or where all will end up. I don't care about what happens to me, but really worried and upset about the predicament I put everyone else into.I even asked the police if I can just stay in jail until this is all over as well.... They won't let me. I even tried to do little misdemeanors to try to go in, they didn't even want to charge me?
I feel so lost, lonely, sad, and hurt....... Not for only for me, but for them too :(
Unfortunately, now, after being forced away from her I ONLY NOW, realize how much I was never mentally nor emotionally there for them in their time of need, which incidentally was always as a result of me. I genuinely really do care about and love them and miss them soooooooo much.
I really wish that I can just look at my wife and my stepdaughter, wrap my arms around them with their heads buried into my shoulder and tell them everything's going to be alright while we all shed our tears of grief in support of each other.
I just wanna go back home :(
I've recently been diagnosed with PTSD, met and married my best friend, lucky enough to gain a wonderful stepdaughter and blessed with a beautiful baby.
Two months ago, I underwent spinal surgery.... Which incidentally, time leading up to surgery date was extremely difficult for not only me, but my family too. I'm talking extreme PTSD symptoms! However, my best friend, my wife, my partner CEO, stayed by my side unconditionally, metaphorically, she somehow always managed to pick herself up from canvas of the octagon...My stepdaughter too :( Both of them were always in my corner, motivating me, inspiring me, never allowing me to quit, nor them throwing in the towel either...Through all the numerous name calling, hurting feelings, many proposed divorce threats and constantly being belittled, she stayed by my side and kept my head afloat.
After my surgery, we were all just finally getting along...It was like my PTSD had vanished!
I was finally back to normal, enjoying married life, being in a loving argument and problem n stress free world!!
All of a sudden a couple of weeks later, I started experiencing excruciating pain that would disable me from moving my leg and back causing me to pass out. I had no choice but to start taking my narcotic pain medication, which I must add, I am extremely paranoid and afraid of taking any medication, based on a previous bad experience that caused me a relationship and incarceration...Which I fully disclosed all my concerns to my wife.Now 2 days in on the dreadful meds, I can start feeling myself changing for the worse, so I explain to my wife that I want to go stay by my moms.
After a long and stressful and painful day, coming back home after driving my stepdaughter to her dads, I immediately start packing a bag to go over to my moms and tell my wife that I'm going......Next thing I realize, I'm sitting in my truck, freezing and barefoot? I ended up getting few charges of mischief and uttering threats and conditions now to stay away from the house and my family. As well the intervention of Children's Aid involved too....
I have no animosity or hatred or any malicious feelings or intentions towards my wife or police or children's aid. After all...I'm the one that created this mess.
I will say this, I really really really hate myself and regret taking meds, I should have just have endured the pain and this way nobody gets hurt but me. I don't know what to do or what to think where to start or where all will end up. I don't care about what happens to me, but really worried and upset about the predicament I put everyone else into.I even asked the police if I can just stay in jail until this is all over as well.... They won't let me. I even tried to do little misdemeanors to try to go in, they didn't even want to charge me?
I feel so lost, lonely, sad, and hurt....... Not for only for me, but for them too :(
Unfortunately, now, after being forced away from her I ONLY NOW, realize how much I was never mentally nor emotionally there for them in their time of need, which incidentally was always as a result of me. I genuinely really do care about and love them and miss them soooooooo much.
I really wish that I can just look at my wife and my stepdaughter, wrap my arms around them with their heads buried into my shoulder and tell them everything's going to be alright while we all shed our tears of grief in support of each other.
I just wanna go back home :(
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