daisymayhem
New Here
Diagnosed 10 years ago. Not long after that I moved as I was living in an area that triggered me. My psychologist contacted the mental health place in my new area and asked them to support me. I was still new to ptsd, so much I still needed to learn. They discharged me and threw me to the wolves. Summer time I cope, just. I'm an existence not a life. August onwards I nose dive. Anniversaries etc. Inside I'm completely broke, held together by elastic bands and tape, outside I'm living in a roll of bubble wrap, safer but im suffocating. I'm scared. Scared of not hiding. Scared to look in the mirror. Scared of speaking it. Scared of breaking me completely. Yesterday I read that I'm doing everything that feeds it, but I don't know what else to do.