So, a bit about me. A few years ago I went through a very tough time, which included a number of traumatic events. Ever since, I've felt kind of dead inside. After a few months, i started getting nightmares. Lots of things cause me to startle - unexpected noises, people behind me, seeing someone on a dark street, and i get vivid memories about things that have happened. I also get panic attacks, a lot. This evening, I head a noise in the stairwell, and started to feel my heart race. A few seconds later i heard a door closing, and something about the echo in the stairwell reminded me of when my psychopathic meth dealing, meth addicted housemate bringing in her supplier as intimidation. She thought i had stolen her drugs, and was basically threatening me. I edged over to a small dagger i had made when i was into blacksmithing, figuring it could help. Luckily, the supplier was much more logical than that evil shit i lived with, and knew me and my partner weren't users. Turned out, she had left them on her bed.
All that was vividly going through my mind. I knew it wasn't real, but i felt that same panic and unease. I found a knife, checked the door, and locked it. It helped me feel calmer, but I still feel uneasy, and know i won't sleep too well tonight.
The first therapist I talked to i just didn't really click with, however she did say i possibly may have ptsd. I looked into it, and seems to explain everything.
My new therapist i've seen 3 times. So far, she's the first person apart from my partner that i've told. She hasn't mentioned anything as far as a diagnosis is concerned, but i actually feel comfortable around her, somewhat. I dunno. For a while i wasn't really able to fully accept it as a possibility. It made sense, but it felt like i was just making excuses, that it's my own fault that i'm like this now. But i've started to think that maybe it's part of it... i've always had to look out for others at my own expense, and admitting that something is wrong with me is almost too much to bear because i don't want people to worry about me. Maybe i wasn't accepting it because i'd finally have to tell someone that i'm not okay. i need help, because i don't know how long i can take this.
All that was vividly going through my mind. I knew it wasn't real, but i felt that same panic and unease. I found a knife, checked the door, and locked it. It helped me feel calmer, but I still feel uneasy, and know i won't sleep too well tonight.
The first therapist I talked to i just didn't really click with, however she did say i possibly may have ptsd. I looked into it, and seems to explain everything.
My new therapist i've seen 3 times. So far, she's the first person apart from my partner that i've told. She hasn't mentioned anything as far as a diagnosis is concerned, but i actually feel comfortable around her, somewhat. I dunno. For a while i wasn't really able to fully accept it as a possibility. It made sense, but it felt like i was just making excuses, that it's my own fault that i'm like this now. But i've started to think that maybe it's part of it... i've always had to look out for others at my own expense, and admitting that something is wrong with me is almost too much to bear because i don't want people to worry about me. Maybe i wasn't accepting it because i'd finally have to tell someone that i'm not okay. i need help, because i don't know how long i can take this.
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