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I don't want to go through it all again. The flashbacks. The repetative thoughts. The hopelessness. The anxiety. This was part of my past, I put it in a box and put it on the shelf and that was the end of that...
When I went through severe depression before I had my ex-husband (who turned out to be a narcissist,) but he was there, a person. My mother did not come to see me when I was in the hospital. She never spoke of my depression. I realize during all this time that I had no support person, but my exH was at least a person who was there. I recovered. About 10 years off of any medication even.
I was young then. I cannot feel this again. I cannot do it again. I cannot go through this again. How many flashbacks can a person take? How many of these awful thoughts before a person is broken? I see the images and feel the feelings of things I put in that box and put away. Why is this happening to me? The sick memories and feelings. The recognition of the feelings I thought were gone.
To me, PTSD is like a scratched record that goes around and around and around stuck in the same place. These are things I put out of my life. They are now back in my life even though I have been a kind and loving, though stupid, person.
I am being hit by a wave of negativity. All of the things I put in the box are coming out again. I remember the pain and shame of being hospitalized. The determination to get better no matter what it took. My getting better and thinking it was all behind me, forgotten, not really a part of me. I just cannot go through this again.
When I went through severe depression before I had my ex-husband (who turned out to be a narcissist,) but he was there, a person. My mother did not come to see me when I was in the hospital. She never spoke of my depression. I realize during all this time that I had no support person, but my exH was at least a person who was there. I recovered. About 10 years off of any medication even.
I was young then. I cannot feel this again. I cannot do it again. I cannot go through this again. How many flashbacks can a person take? How many of these awful thoughts before a person is broken? I see the images and feel the feelings of things I put in that box and put away. Why is this happening to me? The sick memories and feelings. The recognition of the feelings I thought were gone.
To me, PTSD is like a scratched record that goes around and around and around stuck in the same place. These are things I put out of my life. They are now back in my life even though I have been a kind and loving, though stupid, person.
I am being hit by a wave of negativity. All of the things I put in the box are coming out again. I remember the pain and shame of being hospitalized. The determination to get better no matter what it took. My getting better and thinking it was all behind me, forgotten, not really a part of me. I just cannot go through this again.