At the moment I am struggling SO hard.
Up and down and sitting on a big mountain of 'spaghetti', as I call it; a bunch of thoughts that I cannot make sense of.
I don't KNOW if I'm right in being mad with a person. I am afraid not.
I think something innocent happened and I'm 'blowing it up' (as I was so often told I do - only now I know that this is PTSD and not just my rotten character...).
I don't know what to think.
It's said that those with PTSD often think in black and white terms. I think I am doing that now.
I think of one (or a few) things a person said and I draw conclusions from it. I think he's 'against me', insensitive, and that it's unable to talk with him.
This while I KNOW the person cares about me. And meant well. And told me yesterday he didn't realize exactly what I meant when he responded with what I took for a huge judgment on me and something that's important for me.
Argh. It was a misunderstanding. I think. BUT it feels like an attack.
And I can't leave it alone. I discussed this with my father, who has PTSD. They always said I am just like him: the type that 'broods'. By now I think it's not a character trait I inherited from him; I think it's because we have the same (sort of) disorder.
I get into this sort of trap, something simple happens, somebody says or does something simple, and I don't know if I should take offense, I do FEEL offended, I say so, next I feel I have to apologize, by then the other person doesn't know what the h. it's all about, and next I just keep going in circles, on and on. Thinking bout it for hours.
Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. I feel so lonely now. Upset. I can be so utterly confused when this sort of thing happens. I think it's this ongoing confusion that was also the cause for me to become psychotic, years agao.
And I'm angry with myself because outside, it's a beatiful day. I 'should' be enjoying myself, there is 'no reason' to be this upset.
I think I'll go walk my dog.
Can you relate in any way? If so, how do you deal with this? Or heal from it??
Freya
Up and down and sitting on a big mountain of 'spaghetti', as I call it; a bunch of thoughts that I cannot make sense of.
I don't KNOW if I'm right in being mad with a person. I am afraid not.
I think something innocent happened and I'm 'blowing it up' (as I was so often told I do - only now I know that this is PTSD and not just my rotten character...).
I don't know what to think.
It's said that those with PTSD often think in black and white terms. I think I am doing that now.
I think of one (or a few) things a person said and I draw conclusions from it. I think he's 'against me', insensitive, and that it's unable to talk with him.
This while I KNOW the person cares about me. And meant well. And told me yesterday he didn't realize exactly what I meant when he responded with what I took for a huge judgment on me and something that's important for me.
Argh. It was a misunderstanding. I think. BUT it feels like an attack.
And I can't leave it alone. I discussed this with my father, who has PTSD. They always said I am just like him: the type that 'broods'. By now I think it's not a character trait I inherited from him; I think it's because we have the same (sort of) disorder.
I get into this sort of trap, something simple happens, somebody says or does something simple, and I don't know if I should take offense, I do FEEL offended, I say so, next I feel I have to apologize, by then the other person doesn't know what the h. it's all about, and next I just keep going in circles, on and on. Thinking bout it for hours.
Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. I feel so lonely now. Upset. I can be so utterly confused when this sort of thing happens. I think it's this ongoing confusion that was also the cause for me to become psychotic, years agao.
And I'm angry with myself because outside, it's a beatiful day. I 'should' be enjoying myself, there is 'no reason' to be this upset.
I think I'll go walk my dog.
Can you relate in any way? If so, how do you deal with this? Or heal from it??
Freya