KwanYingirl
Diamond Member
I know so much about PTSD... until it has its way with me. Take now, I am moving Thursday and I'm having a nervous breakdown. I am literally paralyzed. I have packed what I can, I am waiting for the dump guy to come tomorrow so I can clean. And I overbooked myself as some idiot way to distract me from being so anxious. So I need an extra day and I don't have it. But that's not the painful part.
My super excited, positive emotions are as painful to me as my bleak, depressed negative emotions are. I crave for the pendulum to hover softly in the middle. That's why I drank too much, why I isolate, why I go to therapy every week. My emotions HURT. I'm hyperventilating, I'm nauseous, I have a migraine, it feels like acid is running through my veins. And this is the excited me. How I wish it could just be...in the middle.
My super excited, positive emotions are as painful to me as my bleak, depressed negative emotions are. I crave for the pendulum to hover softly in the middle. That's why I drank too much, why I isolate, why I go to therapy every week. My emotions HURT. I'm hyperventilating, I'm nauseous, I have a migraine, it feels like acid is running through my veins. And this is the excited me. How I wish it could just be...in the middle.