Itsnotyouitsme
Bronze Member
I can’t handle this PTSD bul***it anymore to be honest. For every two ‘good’ days there are 5 bad days. One day you’re working your ass off to fight it & the next you have no energy to even climb out of bed. You force yourself to believe that there is a life out there for you, to continue hoping, to keep on keeping on only to end up right back in what feels like square one, the darkness.
I’m so fed up of it now. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’ve been sad for so God damn long now that I won’t even know if I know what it’s like to be happy anymore. I realised the other day that I cannot actually remember the last time I laughed. And I don’t mean a polite giggle with a work colleague, or an appropriate smirk with a friend because they’ve told a cringy joke. I mean full blown, belly hurting, breath taking, genuinely joyful laughter - the kind that literally makes your day. I cannot remember. How sad is that?!!!!!!!
I literally have just been on the up from a dark period AGAIN... well here I am back on the down. Wanting to run away from the world. Back on my old ways, deleting chats, pictures, social media profiles, distancing... disappearing slowly... wanting no human contact at all again. And this time I’m angry. I’m so fu**ing angry at this disease!!!! How the hell can I ever win with this?!!!!!
I’m so fed up of it now. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’ve been sad for so God damn long now that I won’t even know if I know what it’s like to be happy anymore. I realised the other day that I cannot actually remember the last time I laughed. And I don’t mean a polite giggle with a work colleague, or an appropriate smirk with a friend because they’ve told a cringy joke. I mean full blown, belly hurting, breath taking, genuinely joyful laughter - the kind that literally makes your day. I cannot remember. How sad is that?!!!!!!!
I literally have just been on the up from a dark period AGAIN... well here I am back on the down. Wanting to run away from the world. Back on my old ways, deleting chats, pictures, social media profiles, distancing... disappearing slowly... wanting no human contact at all again. And this time I’m angry. I’m so fu**ing angry at this disease!!!! How the hell can I ever win with this?!!!!!