Howdy.
I have been following the forums for a little while - thanks everyone. it is great to know that there are others out there!
Technically I am undiagnosed PTSD, mainly because I live and work in as an expat (in China), while my T is back home. Sessions via skype and email are okay, but not as good as face to face.... but that is my only option given where I live.
I am angry..... But when I say that I am angry, I really mean that I think I should be angry. Given the traumatic situation I lived with as I was growing up, and how it still effects me, my brain tells me I should feel angry..... but I don’t. Most of the time I just feel numb. I would love to feel something. To be so angry that I kick, yell and scream. Then I can release the pent-up emotion that has been hidden; buried for so long. But I cannot. I don’t feel it. I am numb.
If I let myself think about it, and about how what happened was so unfair, then I start to feel the beginnings of anger – mad anger. A glimpse of anger that makes me want to to be able to scream to the world that life is not fair.... but the feelings never last long enough and do not develop into anything strong enough. Instead they slide into a sad anger.... that comes from being hurt.
Not just a surface hurt that can be easily shrugged off with some attention and distraction, but hurt that goes to the core of your being. Hurt that goes so deep you have no hope of putting it into words. Hurt that you know no one else can understand - let alone yourself. Hurt that completely isolates. Hurt that completely permeates all that you are..... all that you will ever be.
This type of hurt is scary and terrifying, until it becomes normal. Overtime it becomes a familiar and faithful companion. Always just below the surface, an integral element of who you are and how you interact with the world.
Hurt that constantly reinforces that you are not important enough ..... not important enough for people to notice your pain. Hurt that tells you that you are very different from everyone else; that you are in this alone.
Deep hurt that convinces you that this is how things will always be.
Hurt too deep to cry about. Hurt that leaves you numb.
And yet, all of this his hidden behind a facade. Behind a mask that, for the most part, successfully conceals both the hurt and the numbness from a world that does not and cannot understand..... a respectable front that no one looks behind... even family and friends.
I hope that I am not completely alone........
Jac
I have been following the forums for a little while - thanks everyone. it is great to know that there are others out there!
Technically I am undiagnosed PTSD, mainly because I live and work in as an expat (in China), while my T is back home. Sessions via skype and email are okay, but not as good as face to face.... but that is my only option given where I live.
I am angry..... But when I say that I am angry, I really mean that I think I should be angry. Given the traumatic situation I lived with as I was growing up, and how it still effects me, my brain tells me I should feel angry..... but I don’t. Most of the time I just feel numb. I would love to feel something. To be so angry that I kick, yell and scream. Then I can release the pent-up emotion that has been hidden; buried for so long. But I cannot. I don’t feel it. I am numb.
If I let myself think about it, and about how what happened was so unfair, then I start to feel the beginnings of anger – mad anger. A glimpse of anger that makes me want to to be able to scream to the world that life is not fair.... but the feelings never last long enough and do not develop into anything strong enough. Instead they slide into a sad anger.... that comes from being hurt.
Not just a surface hurt that can be easily shrugged off with some attention and distraction, but hurt that goes to the core of your being. Hurt that goes so deep you have no hope of putting it into words. Hurt that you know no one else can understand - let alone yourself. Hurt that completely isolates. Hurt that completely permeates all that you are..... all that you will ever be.
This type of hurt is scary and terrifying, until it becomes normal. Overtime it becomes a familiar and faithful companion. Always just below the surface, an integral element of who you are and how you interact with the world.
Hurt that constantly reinforces that you are not important enough ..... not important enough for people to notice your pain. Hurt that tells you that you are very different from everyone else; that you are in this alone.
Deep hurt that convinces you that this is how things will always be.
Hurt too deep to cry about. Hurt that leaves you numb.
And yet, all of this his hidden behind a facade. Behind a mask that, for the most part, successfully conceals both the hurt and the numbness from a world that does not and cannot understand..... a respectable front that no one looks behind... even family and friends.
I hope that I am not completely alone........
Jac