JEKBreatheandBelieve
Diamond Member
Since Monday, I have been stuck in anxiety. I am jumpy and irritable. I don't want to be around people. I actually took Tuesday off from work, which I haven't done since the fall. On Monday I was really irritable and short-tempered at work- not good when you're a teacher. I am not usually that way, teaching is a sanctuary from my PTSD world. I can lose myself completely in the classroom. So when the anger started to show itself in the classroom, I knew I needed a break.
I spent all of yesterday in bed, on the computer, or watching TV. I was still exhausted at the end of the day and that was not what I was expecting. I entered a dissociative state and cut again before bed. Then, I went to sleep with the light on and my husband turned it off like usual when he went to bed. Just after I woke up in the midst of a panic attack. All I could do was say "I'm scared" over and over again. I finally got back to sleep only to wake up 2 hours later and have another panic attack. I was rocking, shaking, and repeating "scared" over and over again.
I haven't been this low since the fall and it scares me. I made it through teaching today, but once I got home I did not want to be near people. Yet at the same time I feel so alone and want someone to be near. I want someone to be able to help me and reassure me. I might not believe them, but I sure wish I could. I want to get out of this low, but it seems like a never-ending cycle and sometimes it's hard to remember just why I am continuing to try to get past it.
I spent all of yesterday in bed, on the computer, or watching TV. I was still exhausted at the end of the day and that was not what I was expecting. I entered a dissociative state and cut again before bed. Then, I went to sleep with the light on and my husband turned it off like usual when he went to bed. Just after I woke up in the midst of a panic attack. All I could do was say "I'm scared" over and over again. I finally got back to sleep only to wake up 2 hours later and have another panic attack. I was rocking, shaking, and repeating "scared" over and over again.
I haven't been this low since the fall and it scares me. I made it through teaching today, but once I got home I did not want to be near people. Yet at the same time I feel so alone and want someone to be near. I want someone to be able to help me and reassure me. I might not believe them, but I sure wish I could. I want to get out of this low, but it seems like a never-ending cycle and sometimes it's hard to remember just why I am continuing to try to get past it.