Nadia please don't ever worry about censoring anything, it's ok.
I don't know. :(
For example, I feel now like a stranger- or everyone is strangers. I hate that I feel that, but I do. So I hate that about myself, irregardless of whether it's ptsd-caused or not. My reality is I still have to go.
And my only explanation could be, "I don't know why but I have to".
I realize ptsd is like looking at the world through colored glasses. But my analogy would be color-blindness. No matter what others say that one 'should' feel 'this' or 'should think that, it's the only perception I have.
I've been at it a long time, 30 years, I guess I just got sick of myself.
Plus abuse and stuff, it wears on one's self. Guess some is internalized, apart from being my own worst enemy.
Also I hate that I am like some kind of half woman/ half child- fiercely independent, but mostly feel terrified, horror or sorrow, when it comes to what the ptsd causes. 'Mostly' as in almost-always.
Yet I have seen or experienced some things, as a child and as an adult, which I wouldn't wish on anyone, so I'm not naive.
But on the other hand, sometimes just to feel a freedom from the fear I need a hug, or whatever. I cannot self-sooth, and I think at this length of time and my track record re-parenting myself just isn't going to happen.
I cannot do it.
It's moronic, to be this way. Therefore I feel moronic. Because it's the only way I am able to be, or live. It just 'is' (or I am, that way).
OMG thanks for asking, was hard to figure that much out.
Maybe I am self-allergic ? :eek::sick::rolleyes: Lol.