I agree with everyone. :smile:
This form of support - posting and sharing - really works well for some reason. I guess I'd be too inhibited to share this kind of stuff directly with another person. I can read something here, or bits and pieces of several posts, and little memories will come up. Dots will start to connect in my head. Plus I can process grief spontaneously and don't have to worry about making someone feel uncomfortable. So for me, this place is a special kind of support, I have been in so much pain, and sometimes letting go feels almost like a combination of dying and going to heaven at the same time.
It's funny though, because a few weeks ago I needed some support from people directly. It was interesting to see the need well up inside, and know I just needed to get it out and share some pain with peers. Am very lucky to have a couple people I could do that with, but for sure that was the only time. They know I'm pretty stable and aren't judgemental at all. So I felt safe getting some stuff off my chest. It's not just anyone I could do that with.
Support is so important, I never really thought it was. And always wanted to tough it out on my own. But getting in touch with my pain, with people who've been there and are or have gone through similar things, is really powerful. It's helped me get in touch with emotions. This is a big deal. I think I lived in my head for about 45 years and never really felt much. I knew anger, but that's a reaction, so emotion and grief catharsis have been a real blessing to me. Seems like feeling emotion is helping in other ways, beginning to feel and be aware of my body and how it's doing, and not always being in a panic.
People here have really suffered, and many suffer still. I am one of those. The pain amongst us is pretty profound, rivers of it, oceans, maybe that's a bond. I know I'm not alone and so certain types of mental distortions have begun to decline, I'm not alone. When a person drags and claws themselves through unspeakable pain and suffering, and gets in touch and processes real pain, I guess it changes them. It's changing me. This is a pretty good support system, at least for people like me, who are just outsiders.
Guess I've still got an ocean of grief to cross, but I know I'm not alone. I don't care if the grief never stops, because this is my life. This is what I got. It's got good parts and it's got crummy parts, and under it all is a current of pain, but it's my current of pain and I guess in some ways there's beauty in it. I need to find this or I'll be lost. Not knowing any other life but trauma is hard. It makes the idea of being healed seem, unknowable. But somehow I think it's out there, maybe it's just an island with more stormy waters on the other side - maybe - but I'll take it. I'll take the simple things, it's OK. I don't care about the loss, anymore.
I hope everyone can get through their trauma, and find greater peace and happiness in their life.