Hello
@AnnieMae,
Wow! You are really going through it. You have been abused in such a way that it damages the very core of who you are. You lived long enough under abuse to become dependant on your abuser to define you and give you self confidence. Now that you are out of the abuse, it seems like life should quickly go back to normal. But it doesn't. And that sucks!
I can't tell you the way out or give you an easy fix. But hopefully I can give you a little hope. You can heal. You will heal.
I spent 18 years in an abusive group that totally defined me. They created in me what is called a psuedo-personality. This is a false identity our psyche creates to conform to the image our abusers will "love." It gives us a sense of purpose, confidence, and acceptance. But it is all false and comes with much damaging abuse which destroys our true identity.
At the same time as this experience I was in a 12 year abusive marriage. So I got double whammied. Everyone in my life who was supposed to love and nurture me, abused and shamed me and heaped condemnation and scorn upon me. I can't even begin to define in words what a brain-screw this was!
Long story short, upon escape from these abusive relationships, I spent 6 years completely debilitated, in the most horrific mind-bending torment 24/7/365 for 6 entire years. 6 years!
I am on 100% VA disability for Complex PTSD. I thought my life would never change. I figured I would spend the rest of my days white-knuckling it to the end of every day just so I could sleep again and escape for a while.
I was wrong. I started reading of so many people who had been in just as bad situations as me or worse, and recovered. They had recovered. This means I could too! We are all the same flesh and blood. If they could recover, so could I. Hope.
So hope was the first key to my recovery. I want you to have hope too. If I can recover, then so can you!
The second key for me was anger and acceptance. Anger at all I had lost and all that had been done to me. Brutally honest anger. And acceptance of where I am now. I'm not who I was. I'm not who I want to be.
I am disabled. I can't draw near to people without getting triggered back into horror mode. I can't do most anything I used to do. But I still have values. I can still do some things. That's where I start. Then build from there.
In a way, though it doesn't feel like it, our suffering can be an opportunity to rebuild better. We get a second chance to start from scratch.
You may not be there yet. You may be just clawing your way through to survive each day. But it will get better.
Hang in there!
Keep venting here. Be brutally honest. Share all your struggles. You will find compassionate listeners here who can relate. You are not alone.
We're here for you.
Hang in there!
Woodsy