Thinkingman85
Gold Member
I think I have come to the realization that I will never get better. After 11 weekly therapy sessions and 12 weeks of being on an antidepressant, I have noticed improvements. These improvement have been in my mood and coping skills. However, I still have confusion as to what my real identity should be.
The pain associated with my PTSD still exists and I do not have a zest to survive. Honestly, I probably have irreparable brain damage. I still should not feel like this after six years. Sometimes life blesses people and keeps them out of unfortunate circumstances and sometimes life ruins people early on and they will have to sit the rest of their lives in misery because there is no way to overcome the PTSD.
Being normal seems like a fairy tale now. I'm so far gone that I shouldn't even be alive. I'm just existing as a person trying to ease the pain everyday. This is no existence. It is purgatory. A purgatory that I never asked for in a universe that doesn't care.
The pain associated with my PTSD still exists and I do not have a zest to survive. Honestly, I probably have irreparable brain damage. I still should not feel like this after six years. Sometimes life blesses people and keeps them out of unfortunate circumstances and sometimes life ruins people early on and they will have to sit the rest of their lives in misery because there is no way to overcome the PTSD.
Being normal seems like a fairy tale now. I'm so far gone that I shouldn't even be alive. I'm just existing as a person trying to ease the pain everyday. This is no existence. It is purgatory. A purgatory that I never asked for in a universe that doesn't care.