futurefocussed
Gold Member
My name is future. I am 20 something years old. 6 months ago I was diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder. Since then I've been getting help. I am scared to get help. I'm breaking the pattern that made me think that help is wrong, ungodly. I was brainwashed and abused to conform. You live long enough and it eventually feels right. I had to pray for healing, that we weren't given pain killers, they eventually stopped praying for me and denied me pain killers. Said I was seeking attention. They were wrong.
when I got out I didn't trust myself to acknowledge pain. I couldn't take pain killers. That was for physical pain. Mental pain was different. For a while I denied it, that anything was wrong. The screaming started. I thought I was hearing things. It was me, inside I was screaming and i could hear it. I had to make it stop. The screaming. I tried screaming out loud, I don't remember it helping. I remember a minor mention here and there and i felt nobody believed me. So I shut up again. Then again with the screaming. I tried to build trust and i couldn't, I'd been hurt so badly. I had to stop the screaming. Slowly I trusted again. They didn't understand that i needed to talk about it. About the screaming. So I didn't. The screaming continued. It turned into nightmares.
I still hear the screaming. When I don't talk. About what happened. But I trust now. Kind of. I don't hear the screaming as much and i don't get the nightmares as much.
I hear the screaming right now though, faintly, when it hurts too much to talk.
when I got out I didn't trust myself to acknowledge pain. I couldn't take pain killers. That was for physical pain. Mental pain was different. For a while I denied it, that anything was wrong. The screaming started. I thought I was hearing things. It was me, inside I was screaming and i could hear it. I had to make it stop. The screaming. I tried screaming out loud, I don't remember it helping. I remember a minor mention here and there and i felt nobody believed me. So I shut up again. Then again with the screaming. I tried to build trust and i couldn't, I'd been hurt so badly. I had to stop the screaming. Slowly I trusted again. They didn't understand that i needed to talk about it. About the screaming. So I didn't. The screaming continued. It turned into nightmares.
I still hear the screaming. When I don't talk. About what happened. But I trust now. Kind of. I don't hear the screaming as much and i don't get the nightmares as much.
I hear the screaming right now though, faintly, when it hurts too much to talk.