desiderata310
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I'm not entirely certain of where this is going. Forgive me for vomiting on the board again.
I know I've been both very stressed (over running stress cup and maxed out) and triggered (full on flashbacks and dissociative for days) My therapist asked if it was in part fall out from my trip a couple of weeks ago? Yes, that, it's being in physical therapy and having to be touched (and the PT had to touch me in very anxiety inducing areas) it's the stress at work, it's the stress at home, it's triggers in all those areas.
A great deal of this is from feeling like I've been ratted out by.. me. I had my first year review and my boss started noting all of my symptoms and said he was worried about my ability to do my job. Said that he could tell when I was stressed because of how I was breathing and "my breathing pattern made him nervous". It's made me raw and anxious knowing that he's on to me, that he has no confidence in my abilities. It's something I struggle with EVERYDAY. Can I go to that meeting and not freak out, dissociate, have a panic attack?
I blew up at work over something tiny. My crew was shocked. I'd had a flashback about an hour prior and couldn't keep things right in my head. I became very suicidal. My method is AT WORK. I wound up leaving early that day, texting my therapist and going home and cutting. He's checked on me. I'm trying. I'm struggling.
My therapist was asking what triggered me. This is hard. It's a lot of things. Really. I don't know how to explain it. It's hard right now to even care or want to stay here. Lot's of violent intent towards who I am. Shouldn't have been born.
When I left therapy that morning, I know I SEEMED ok. I was very stressed and... yes.. triggered. I was having trouble stayin present in session. I made some jokes, I was trying but something hit that switch and I've been on this side of just f*cking hell for days. WHAT THE f*ck!?!
I know I am still not making a great amount of sense. I picked myself up off the floor of my apartment and went to work last night. I'm still trying but I don't WANT to try. I'm sick to shit of trying. This is never going to get any better.
I know I've been both very stressed (over running stress cup and maxed out) and triggered (full on flashbacks and dissociative for days) My therapist asked if it was in part fall out from my trip a couple of weeks ago? Yes, that, it's being in physical therapy and having to be touched (and the PT had to touch me in very anxiety inducing areas) it's the stress at work, it's the stress at home, it's triggers in all those areas.
A great deal of this is from feeling like I've been ratted out by.. me. I had my first year review and my boss started noting all of my symptoms and said he was worried about my ability to do my job. Said that he could tell when I was stressed because of how I was breathing and "my breathing pattern made him nervous". It's made me raw and anxious knowing that he's on to me, that he has no confidence in my abilities. It's something I struggle with EVERYDAY. Can I go to that meeting and not freak out, dissociate, have a panic attack?
I blew up at work over something tiny. My crew was shocked. I'd had a flashback about an hour prior and couldn't keep things right in my head. I became very suicidal. My method is AT WORK. I wound up leaving early that day, texting my therapist and going home and cutting. He's checked on me. I'm trying. I'm struggling.
My therapist was asking what triggered me. This is hard. It's a lot of things. Really. I don't know how to explain it. It's hard right now to even care or want to stay here. Lot's of violent intent towards who I am. Shouldn't have been born.
When I left therapy that morning, I know I SEEMED ok. I was very stressed and... yes.. triggered. I was having trouble stayin present in session. I made some jokes, I was trying but something hit that switch and I've been on this side of just f*cking hell for days. WHAT THE f*ck!?!
I know I am still not making a great amount of sense. I picked myself up off the floor of my apartment and went to work last night. I'm still trying but I don't WANT to try. I'm sick to shit of trying. This is never going to get any better.