There is something I have to admit to. I am so glad that I had my breakdown twenty one years ago. It helped me finally release all the pent up hurt, anger and emotions that I had bottled up over all the years. As a result of the abuse and traumas I had suffered.
Mind you it was horrific at the time, but in hindsight was still a good thing. The time in the hospital and the years following, I learnt a lot of coping skills. These skills have been a life saver when difficult situations arose. Now if a traumatic event occurs such as a death or recently marriage breakdown, I can stabalise quicker than previously.
The hardest thing in the world is staying with the emotions when they begin to break free. So many people, check themselves out as they can't bare to "go there". The fear of the unknown is terrifying. The feeling that you will loose your sanity is overwhelming. In a way it's like being hypnotised, where you have to let go. If you don't feel safe, you won't let go. When you do it is like going into another dimension. Very unreal and very frightening. It is a thousand times better than spending your life sucked into the past, that you cannot change.
I will no longer let my emotions take over and consume my life. Having spent so many years in "unhappy" mode is not good. I can't move forward like this, I have a responsibility to myself to not live in the past. To not hold on to the bad memories that previously crippled me. If I do this I will never be able to appreciate what is in front of me, which is my wonderful children and grandchildren. They deserve to have a happy mother that they don't have to constantly worry about.
Despite what they saw happening to me, and what they experienced at the hands of their father, it has not ruined their lives. I have overcome my feeling of guilt and stopped beating myself up about it. Apart from the emotional instability in their personal lives, they have managed to be productive, excellent parents who fight for their children. I must of done something right. They are not drug users or alcoholics, what more can a parent ask for. I know that they love me and are willing to take me in and provide a place to live.
When I go back I plan to leave my backpack behind. I'm sick of running with it. The PTSD will always be there I know, but it is possible to live with it.