Hi everyone,
I was officially diagnosed with PTSD in March 2017 during a hospitalization for anorexia. I survived physical/sexual/psychological torture and neglect between the ages of 5 and 16 (I turn 18 in May, for a point of reference). I have always coped with my life by using denial and maladaptive daydreaming. I made a suicide attempt in September that came frighteningly close to completion and spent 4 months progressing from ICU to medical ward to inpatient to residential to PHP. I was finally discharged to outpatient care on December 31. It's been a long hard road, and while I'm grateful for what progress I've made, the more I've begun to engage in real life the more I am being torn apart by paranoia, rage, and emotional emptiness.
I am haunted by what happened to me. Mostly it feels like something that happened to someone else a long, long time ago, except I'm left to squirm with every uncomfortable feeling the memories bring up. I am getting worse. I haven't slept in days, my hygiene is falling to the wayside, and I avoid people because I just feel so lonely and irritable whenever I'm around them. I feel like my throat is closing up whenever I'm in therapy, so I never talk about it. It's like I'm dead but somehow still being forced to interact with the world.
It's so strange to see everything typed out like that. I had been telling myself all week that I'm fine, I'm getting better, I am okay. I guess I was wrong. I'm an EMT student and emergency room tech, and I am doing everything in my power to stay in control of my PTSD so it doesn't jeopardize these opportunities. I'm so nervous that I am too weak to handle EMS if even normal people get messed up by it. But I don't really get triggered by other people's business, just my own internal mess.
I don't know. I'm nearly positive this entire stream-of-consciousness is incoherent and self-pitying, but I just don't know what else to do. Talking in real life is so hard.
Thanks for reading.
I was officially diagnosed with PTSD in March 2017 during a hospitalization for anorexia. I survived physical/sexual/psychological torture and neglect between the ages of 5 and 16 (I turn 18 in May, for a point of reference). I have always coped with my life by using denial and maladaptive daydreaming. I made a suicide attempt in September that came frighteningly close to completion and spent 4 months progressing from ICU to medical ward to inpatient to residential to PHP. I was finally discharged to outpatient care on December 31. It's been a long hard road, and while I'm grateful for what progress I've made, the more I've begun to engage in real life the more I am being torn apart by paranoia, rage, and emotional emptiness.
I am haunted by what happened to me. Mostly it feels like something that happened to someone else a long, long time ago, except I'm left to squirm with every uncomfortable feeling the memories bring up. I am getting worse. I haven't slept in days, my hygiene is falling to the wayside, and I avoid people because I just feel so lonely and irritable whenever I'm around them. I feel like my throat is closing up whenever I'm in therapy, so I never talk about it. It's like I'm dead but somehow still being forced to interact with the world.
It's so strange to see everything typed out like that. I had been telling myself all week that I'm fine, I'm getting better, I am okay. I guess I was wrong. I'm an EMT student and emergency room tech, and I am doing everything in my power to stay in control of my PTSD so it doesn't jeopardize these opportunities. I'm so nervous that I am too weak to handle EMS if even normal people get messed up by it. But I don't really get triggered by other people's business, just my own internal mess.
I don't know. I'm nearly positive this entire stream-of-consciousness is incoherent and self-pitying, but I just don't know what else to do. Talking in real life is so hard.
Thanks for reading.