desiderata310
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I actually have a great deal to be very happy and excited about. Rory (inspite of me) is training up well, my therapist thinks I've progressed a great deal. But I a still trying to claw out of this place in my head.
Last night ALL I could think of was suicide. It was all I could do to keep from cutting. I crawled in bed early, and just laid there. Not even interested in crying. Just trying to keep breathing.
I keep telling myself it's been too much in the last few weeks and I'm just rebounding a bit but that doesn't sound right. I'm stronger than that, right? I USED to be.
Saturday I had work emergency that I was trying to sort out by phone while Rory and I were out on a mission to get a new set of headphones and a cup of coffee. Pretty simple. By the time I had made the 3 block loop, purchased both the headphones, the coffee, and fielded a flurry of text and phone calls, and dealt with Rory not being quite up to the task, I was in tears. I managed to get back over to a quiet street, sat down and tried to just collect myself (I was triggered and heart was going 90 to nothing) and calm Rory who was jacked up and excited about everything. My THERAPIST happened to drive by and came back over to see the two of us. Not exactly my finest moment. I was bawling, trying to control a dog, getting more texts about the work emergency. I looked at my therapist and wailed: I JUST WANTED A CUP OF COFFEE!
Why can't I do this anymore?
I know those are two seperate things but they are related. I am still angry I can't DO the things I used to do. I can't DEAL with things I used to deal with. In the past, none of that would have annoyed me: crazy crap with work, crazy dog, busy street, crazy kids yelling out a truck at me. None of that (even combined) would have illicited the reaction I had or made me have to try to fight through a flashback but now, ONE of those things makes me fall apart and all of them leaves me a blubbering mess??
I eventually made it back to my car, met up with the trainer and bawled unabashedly for a good half hour with her and for over an hour once I got home. *sigh*
I'm sitting here in bed, trying to WILL myself to go to work. The desire to cut, to give up... it's really strong right now. Saying it's the PTSD? OH COME ON!
Last night ALL I could think of was suicide. It was all I could do to keep from cutting. I crawled in bed early, and just laid there. Not even interested in crying. Just trying to keep breathing.
I keep telling myself it's been too much in the last few weeks and I'm just rebounding a bit but that doesn't sound right. I'm stronger than that, right? I USED to be.
Saturday I had work emergency that I was trying to sort out by phone while Rory and I were out on a mission to get a new set of headphones and a cup of coffee. Pretty simple. By the time I had made the 3 block loop, purchased both the headphones, the coffee, and fielded a flurry of text and phone calls, and dealt with Rory not being quite up to the task, I was in tears. I managed to get back over to a quiet street, sat down and tried to just collect myself (I was triggered and heart was going 90 to nothing) and calm Rory who was jacked up and excited about everything. My THERAPIST happened to drive by and came back over to see the two of us. Not exactly my finest moment. I was bawling, trying to control a dog, getting more texts about the work emergency. I looked at my therapist and wailed: I JUST WANTED A CUP OF COFFEE!
Why can't I do this anymore?
I know those are two seperate things but they are related. I am still angry I can't DO the things I used to do. I can't DEAL with things I used to deal with. In the past, none of that would have annoyed me: crazy crap with work, crazy dog, busy street, crazy kids yelling out a truck at me. None of that (even combined) would have illicited the reaction I had or made me have to try to fight through a flashback but now, ONE of those things makes me fall apart and all of them leaves me a blubbering mess??
I eventually made it back to my car, met up with the trainer and bawled unabashedly for a good half hour with her and for over an hour once I got home. *sigh*
I'm sitting here in bed, trying to WILL myself to go to work. The desire to cut, to give up... it's really strong right now. Saying it's the PTSD? OH COME ON!