I was diagnosed ptsd a few years ago. A shock to me as I vibrated in my chair trying to understand the T’s explanation. Every hair on my body was tingling. New sensations! Scary. Eyes wide as a ‘lit up deer’s.
So the journey began, revealing that my life began with traumatic experiences! We muddled through each experience as much as I could remember. I seldom reacted to my retelling of the experiences. It was someone else’s story.
After a time of Therapy, sleep drugs, antidepressants, diet changes my heart and mind was in gear and then I knew what I was up against. Me.
Me not knowing me. Not Being compassionate with me. Me not knowing what compassion, feelings, boundaries were.
No one can find me but me… so…
After a while of therapy and drugs I started my own research. Yoga nidra, sleep stories for adults, music for moods and tinnitus, etc. and used all of them (and still do).
They Opened connections between my whole self I didn’t know existed. It took me several tries to find my own body parts during body scans. I FELT my toes! Exciting!
So next,
I wanted off drugs which was met with opposition from T. But after a time I withdrew myself safely off antidepressants. (And my T withdrew from me….)
Courage. And lots of it was needed. My physical withdrawal, possibly loss of T who is still the only human that knows my story, and what if I really needed to be on antidepressants ??????
I researched this site and it helped my courage and fears. It validated my decision. I felt like a log was removed from my chest. Many thanks to everyone here.
3 months now without antidepressants and I feel. Everything. I cry and laugh. During 30 years of undiagnosed ptsd and probably more, there was little of that. Again on this site I learned about cptsd, thank you. I qualify 😊
I Can do it my way, it’s ok. My mantra.
So the journey began, revealing that my life began with traumatic experiences! We muddled through each experience as much as I could remember. I seldom reacted to my retelling of the experiences. It was someone else’s story.
After a time of Therapy, sleep drugs, antidepressants, diet changes my heart and mind was in gear and then I knew what I was up against. Me.
Me not knowing me. Not Being compassionate with me. Me not knowing what compassion, feelings, boundaries were.
No one can find me but me… so…
After a while of therapy and drugs I started my own research. Yoga nidra, sleep stories for adults, music for moods and tinnitus, etc. and used all of them (and still do).
They Opened connections between my whole self I didn’t know existed. It took me several tries to find my own body parts during body scans. I FELT my toes! Exciting!
So next,
I wanted off drugs which was met with opposition from T. But after a time I withdrew myself safely off antidepressants. (And my T withdrew from me….)
Courage. And lots of it was needed. My physical withdrawal, possibly loss of T who is still the only human that knows my story, and what if I really needed to be on antidepressants ??????
I researched this site and it helped my courage and fears. It validated my decision. I felt like a log was removed from my chest. Many thanks to everyone here.
3 months now without antidepressants and I feel. Everything. I cry and laugh. During 30 years of undiagnosed ptsd and probably more, there was little of that. Again on this site I learned about cptsd, thank you. I qualify 😊
I Can do it my way, it’s ok. My mantra.