Hello again everyone, and thanks for the welcoming comments. Knowing that one is not alone is indeed a big comfort.
I am very, very sorry for using the "holocaust" analogy. I think as Junebug said my T probably meant it more as "a" holocaust and not "the".... anyway..... even though I am a fairly articulate person, I find/found myself lacking a better method to describe my experiences. Please forgive me for not taking the time to come up with a better one. As I believe someone else said in this thread, we've all been through our traumas......
Catjudo, as unbelievable as it sounds, yes, my PTSD has largely been caused by a direct result of what I went through in the divorce. It lasted an unbelievable 25 months, during which time I desperately tried to disengage. I did not know at the time (never having read the book about Dysfunctional Relationships..... the famous one..... title escapes me right now), that there were three positions on the triangle...... caretaker, victim, and perpetrator. Obviously, with the marriage over, the caretaker role was no longer open to me. Regardless of the fact that I did not want the victim, that was apparently what my ex wife assigned to me.
While I was off meditating and taking small hikes in the foothills of where I live and visualizing a positive outcome for everyone involved and try to go about seeking a higher power to pray to, she and her lawyer(s) were in the war room plotting my demise. In the end, perhaps a more appropriate analogy -- my divorce ended up being like Germany invading Poland in World War II. It was a slaughter.
Complications arose when I wrote several emails to my wife telling her that the car was about to be repossessed, and that the credit card companies were about to sue us. I found out later that that violated an order of protection she had taken out against me, and when the dust settled, the county sherriff's office issued a warrant for my arrest, charged me with four different felonies, and placed a $50,000 bond on my head. That night in "jail court," people who were brought in on serious felony drug charges were let go on their own recognizance, but not me. And after having 21 different court appearances about the matter, I finally (much to my regret) agreed to plead guilty to one misdemeanor count just to get the darned case to go away. But it didn't go away. I had to attend 26 court ordered domestic violence counseling classes (and never mind that I am a self-professed life long pacifist).
In the meantime, my wife repeatedly lied to the authorities, told them that I had stolen from her. She filed falsified police reports (reports containing information that was simply not true), and ultimately I found later, along with her divorce lawyer, she paid a bribe to my divorce lawyer to get him to walk away from the rather complicated case and leave me high and dry (I was out of money by then, and could no longer afford another attorney), in exchange for which they obtained confidential attorney client information from MY lawyer.
Having obtained that information via bribery, they turned it over to the State's Attorney General's office. I found out later that the asst. AG became personally involved in my divorce, pulling strings behind my back, coercing testimony out of someone else who had acted as my lawyer, and several other nefarious things basically involving the shredding of my constitutional rights. Due to the complications of all this, they filed three heart attack serious felony charges against me, and I am facing the possibility of spending the next 20 years in prison without the possibility of parole. The nightmare of what I am living through never seems to go away, and no matter who I try to point out that bribery is a felony, absolutely NO ONE seems to care.
I spent much of the divorce just simply wishing to die, begging God to let me die in my sleep, and cursing him (or her or it) every morning when I found myself still amongst the living. There were nights when I lie in bed, and it felt like two people were just going at me with 2 by 4's. It got to the point where I would just sit in bed for hours and just play Sudoku or something. Some days, it was all I could do..... after having spent the majority of my life as a high functioning depressive who was usually able to at least get up and do some chores around the house, etc.
Having this court case hang over my head is, quite frankly, doing me in. This case has been going on for almost two years now, and I have quite frankly reached my limits in my ability to deal with it. Although I keep getting the feeling that everything will be all right, it hasn't happened yet, and I swing wildly between optimism one day and planning my suicide the next. I have a basic "kit" ready to go at a moments notice if need be. I need to have that escape hatch for the sake of my own sanity.
Quite frankly, I just can't stand it anymore. What I need is a mean, tough, nasty lawyer who will stand up and fight for me (read: $50,000 to $100,000 retainer), but I am living on unemployment and food stamps, and cannot afford one. And in the meantime, I am exhausted. It's typical for me to have 2 or 3 naps a day before noon. Sometimes, the earliest nap comes before 8am -- because I am at the computer trying to get some work done and falling asleep.
So, when I say I don't know what to do, I really don't know what to do. Unfortunately, I picked out an apartment that doesn't allow pets, because there's times when I wished I at least had someone else around to keep me company, like a cat or a small dog. I don't talk to my family about what's going on. Every week when my 80 year old mother calls, I always tell her I am fine. In the meantime, my best friend moved away... the only person I really was ever able to talk about things with.
Anyway, I've ranted enough probably for one night. I am sorry if I offended anyone. I never meant to do that.
In leaving, I will close with this. I remember reading Elie Wiesel in college (I actually took a course in Holocaust Theology a long time ago), and he said something to the effect of after it was all over, they were just speechless -- couldn't talk -- couldn't speak. That's kind of where I am now. I don't know what to say....... don't know what to do. Don't know how to plan the rest of my life.....
But, I guess judging by the length of the post I obviously have *something* to say.... :) I keep asking "why me, why me," and I still don't have a good answer for that. Nor can I figure out what I am supposed to learn from this.... maybe one day I will.
Thanks everyone. Good night for now.