I've lost count of how many times I have sat staring at a blank page willing myself to write my introduction without success. Each attempt resulting in the same...delete! The most I have managed is a few bumbling sentences which made me cringe when I read them back to myself, (it just comes across as self-pitious drivel to me)
Yet I have read so many others intros and have connected/empathised with lots, my story is really not so different. So why can't I write my own?
Well, I've come to the conclusion that it is because of my shame. I am just too scared to expose myself to others in words because I am so utterly ashamed of who I am. I am ashamed of: not being able to work (so effectively flushing my career down the toilet), having panic attacks/shaking/strange behaviour in public places, sitting in the house all day too scared to go out, retreating into my 'bubble' and not answering the phone, not making it to family get- togethers...again, canceling so many arrangements with friends that I now have no social life, of feeling like people are tired of hearing the same old excuses, of struggling daily with the most straightforward tasks,of ruining the life that I loved, of just not 'getting over it'. I am ashamed of having ptsd because I still can't shake the belief that if I was a stronger person then I would have dealt with what happened to me and be able to function properly and enjoy life again.
I am so tired of being ashamed.
(I am sorry that this is not a proper introduction, I'm determined to try again, but am going to press submit before I chicken out of posting anything at all)
Yet I have read so many others intros and have connected/empathised with lots, my story is really not so different. So why can't I write my own?
Well, I've come to the conclusion that it is because of my shame. I am just too scared to expose myself to others in words because I am so utterly ashamed of who I am. I am ashamed of: not being able to work (so effectively flushing my career down the toilet), having panic attacks/shaking/strange behaviour in public places, sitting in the house all day too scared to go out, retreating into my 'bubble' and not answering the phone, not making it to family get- togethers...again, canceling so many arrangements with friends that I now have no social life, of feeling like people are tired of hearing the same old excuses, of struggling daily with the most straightforward tasks,of ruining the life that I loved, of just not 'getting over it'. I am ashamed of having ptsd because I still can't shake the belief that if I was a stronger person then I would have dealt with what happened to me and be able to function properly and enjoy life again.
I am so tired of being ashamed.
(I am sorry that this is not a proper introduction, I'm determined to try again, but am going to press submit before I chicken out of posting anything at all)