"I find it easier to deal with turmoil as to me that is normal".
Acts of kindness is very hard for me to deal with since I have not experienced much of that in my life.
And I find too that if they are kind to me, I wonder if they are they being sincere with me.
My T said the exact same thing to me yesterday. I am normal, the way that I feel is the way any normal human being would feel after such an event. To not be this way, not have these feelings would be abnormal, and yet I am "comfortable" with the pain, comfortable with bottling it up, comfortable with beating myself up constantly. If I were physcially able to keep going like this he knew that I would, but I can't and I have told him that, but he acknowledges the innate desire to hang on to the "old" me. It's easier...
I have a slogan in my battle against PTSD. It is only something I have recently begun saying,
"I know that I am making the right decisions, because out of all my options, the choices that I am making now are the most difficult ones".
It's easy to hide, easy to go back to drugs, easy to quit my job and start a new one where no one knows; I faked it for 14 years what's another 14, right? I don't let people do nice things for me; I'm more than happy to give people the shirt off my back, but I refuse to ask for help; I pride myself on doing things alone. I don't think less of people who accept help, but I have never needed it, except now. I've finally met my match, something I cannot do alone. That in itself is a hard pill to swallow. Asking for help crippled me. My whole foundation has now been rocked; I'm not as tough as I thought I was, I thought I could hold the weight of the world on my shoulders and not crumble, not falter, but it would seem that we are all human, all have our breaking points, all will need help at one point in our lives, and it is my turn.
That doesn't make it any easier, so again, I know it's the right decision.