honeypie058
Bronze Member
This is an email I wrote to my therapist that I would like to share. It was one of many low points in desperation and a rare moment of honesty regarding this PTSD symptom that I can't seem conquer.
"Had a real scary moment today, very scary thought. While visiting my parents, I was in my dad's office looking for batteries in his desk drawer and found one his guns. I was surprised to see it there,he's usually very responsible locking it up. I stared at it for a minute and that's when the thought turned dark. I wondered how easy it would be to put the bullets in the gun and hold it. It would take away the terror and pain. It's just like those bad times when I have a bottle of pills in my hand ready to swallow or holding the lighter to my arm. I quickly closed the drawer because I heard your voice reminding me of our agreement and the vision of my daughters without their mom. I'm safe for the moment. I'm not going to do anything. It's your voice that keeps me from doing something stupid. You keep me alive, thank you. I'm just real glad that don't own a gun."
I hope it was ok to share and wondered if anyone has experienced these kind of moments. Moments when the terror and pain of the trauma become to much to handle.
"Had a real scary moment today, very scary thought. While visiting my parents, I was in my dad's office looking for batteries in his desk drawer and found one his guns. I was surprised to see it there,he's usually very responsible locking it up. I stared at it for a minute and that's when the thought turned dark. I wondered how easy it would be to put the bullets in the gun and hold it. It would take away the terror and pain. It's just like those bad times when I have a bottle of pills in my hand ready to swallow or holding the lighter to my arm. I quickly closed the drawer because I heard your voice reminding me of our agreement and the vision of my daughters without their mom. I'm safe for the moment. I'm not going to do anything. It's your voice that keeps me from doing something stupid. You keep me alive, thank you. I'm just real glad that don't own a gun."
I hope it was ok to share and wondered if anyone has experienced these kind of moments. Moments when the terror and pain of the trauma become to much to handle.