I feel like a fool saying I have PTSD when I've never experienced violence or war or sexual abuse. But I simply cannot take the flashbacks anymore. I fear the moment between getting into bed and actually falling asleep. I fear the moment I wake up and have not risen from bed yet. The memories and thoughts they paralyze me as they spiral deeper and deeper into the thick of my so called "trauma."
Yeah, I was neglected by my father but so was my sister. Yeah, he treated her better than me, but he never hit me. He put food on the table and drove me to school. I had shitty teachers, but so did everyone else at my schools. I could keep going with the list of things that left me with permanent scars haunting me ten or twenty years later when plenty of other people have experienced the same or worse and are walking around unharmed.
Why am I constantly triggered? Why are these flashbacks trying to kill me? I see a therapist and I'm on a great medication. What more can I do? And why oh why do I have this illness for no apparent reason?
Right now I'm being triggered by the way my in-laws treat their daughter. But really, It's NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. They care so much more for her and have already given her things that I never had. So why can't I let it go?
I can usually grit through it but tonight I just could not take it anymore.
Yeah, I was neglected by my father but so was my sister. Yeah, he treated her better than me, but he never hit me. He put food on the table and drove me to school. I had shitty teachers, but so did everyone else at my schools. I could keep going with the list of things that left me with permanent scars haunting me ten or twenty years later when plenty of other people have experienced the same or worse and are walking around unharmed.
Why am I constantly triggered? Why are these flashbacks trying to kill me? I see a therapist and I'm on a great medication. What more can I do? And why oh why do I have this illness for no apparent reason?
Right now I'm being triggered by the way my in-laws treat their daughter. But really, It's NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. They care so much more for her and have already given her things that I never had. So why can't I let it go?
I can usually grit through it but tonight I just could not take it anymore.