Hope of feeling anywhere near being mentally healthy. My daily life consists of distracting myself until I get a flashback or until I'm feeling morbidly depressed, going to work, and ocassionally going out. I'm just a mess. The anxious disociation and the panic to ground makes me miss work, lay in bed for hours, not want to leave the house, and cut myself constantly. I feel like swallowing a whole bottle of aspirin is better than being emotionally frustrating to my partner, hating myself, and thinking of suicide most of the week. I don't know.