I have a long history of depression, technically bipolar disorder, but the meds control the mania well, not always the depression. So the PTSD on top of the regular depression is overwhelming. I am at the point where I don't want to do anything. If I'm home, I want to be out. If I'm out, I want to be home. I am just so miserable in every moment that I always want to be doing the opposite of what I am doing.
My counselor talks about "good voice" versus "bad voice". Bad voice tells you that you are not safe, that you are never going to get better, that you can't handle life, etc. But the goal is to fight it by arguing back with Good voice. But at this point I feel like Bad voice kicked Good voice out of my head, and told him never to come back. Bad voice wins. I feel like giving up, like this is my life now, and I should just accept it. No more trying to be better. Things will never be the same, and I am not sure I want the "new normal" that people talk about. I'm having some suicidal thoughts, but nothing that I intend to act on. Just what pops into my mind when things seem this hopeless.
My counselor talks about "good voice" versus "bad voice". Bad voice tells you that you are not safe, that you are never going to get better, that you can't handle life, etc. But the goal is to fight it by arguing back with Good voice. But at this point I feel like Bad voice kicked Good voice out of my head, and told him never to come back. Bad voice wins. I feel like giving up, like this is my life now, and I should just accept it. No more trying to be better. Things will never be the same, and I am not sure I want the "new normal" that people talk about. I'm having some suicidal thoughts, but nothing that I intend to act on. Just what pops into my mind when things seem this hopeless.