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We Don't Get Better Do We?

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Everything positive is better then the crap we have now!:)

Well there is something positive in everything, the first real positive thing I learned is to appriciate a good night sleep!

had nightmares for 2 weeks and hardly had more than 6 hours sleep a night, had 2 days ago over 10 hours of sleep and I was still so tired! Too bad I had to go to school or els I could have spend the entire day in bed!:D
 
I'm all over the place on this one. I am an idealist. I want to heal. I want a cure... not a chronic thing. But I can understand so much of what you all have shared. The need to grieve, the need to learn how to cope, the need to rebuild (I did that and got ripped into shreads but am still right in there trying). I like the suit up in the raincoat thing, because my experience teaches me that people will fail you, people who seek victims will find you... it's going to rain. Put on your rain coat, and keep on trucking. There is no assurance in this life, my rational mind knows that, but that little inner child wants one before she tries to stand up again.
 
There are many things I have let go of and considered myself 'better.' A few things you can never get over because it is part of you - quite frankly - the more I tried - the worse it became - that is denial. So, I know when March 17th. comes around and July 16th., my heart, mind and soul cannot forget the day I married and the day I witnessed the death of my love, my husband. So, I manage to give time a few moments on those days to put my thoughts in place and let others who are unaware, know. Not everything can be healed - we do learn to live with it or not - I choose to live with it all and, I'm grateful for what I have ... a breath for another day .... woo hoo.. Rock on! And, my hyper-arousal state keeps me on my toes in places unknown or when I'm alone.
 
Ron- Me too. I feel much better after talking about things as opposed to just suppressing them. For so long I kept my trauma bottled up and it just sank in so deep to where It's a challenge to express emotions properly. But by talking about it more and more I'm able to get more in touch with my emotions and feelings.

As for trusting people the therapist told me that I'm more like an "all or nothing" kind of guy. Either I'll trust you to the fullest extent or I'll completely shut you out. Bad things will happen, yes, but I think the challenge is trusting a little bit at a time; nobody says we have to either trust someone or not. So a little bit at a time over time is probably the best approach. I'm trying it out and see how it works. But until it's something that is tried and proven it's "In God I trust, everyone else put your hands where I can see them".
 
OK! I address this to "just me here" I ask you WHY this is all BS? Acceptance is, IMHO ,necessary. Adjustment is needed in order to exist in some kind of peace. Mourning the loss of a self is natural and needed in order to move on. And no, we do not get better. We learn how to live with this and still have a life.

Until I managed to accomplish all these things(some better than others) I was living a very miserable life. My life now is not perfect, no ones is, but at least I've been able to grasp what PTSD is, what it has done and is doing to me and this has made it easier to manage a condition that will not go away.

IMHO, fighting this and denying it only makes us worse and suffer more than we need to. In this case I truly believe the old adage "Knowledge is power". So any knowledge we have abouut PTSD should give us some form of power over managing ouselves.

So how can all this be BS? I ask you, explain your reasoning, please

you can manage yourself- I grant you that. But unless you are the source of the negative things that happen to you, you have done nothing.

Simple reasoning- this is incurable.

Even if it was, there is no way to be assured you won't get yourself in another situation later on that puts you right back in the hole. There is nothing you can do to stay out of it, there is nothing you can do to get out of it.

Ever hear someone say that a futile act was like rearranging the deckchairs on the Titanic? I have been at this twenty years, probably should have started 35 years ago. But why? Stuff still happens, to me or someone near me or to a total stranger, doesn't matter. The stuff keeps coming. I am tired of worrying about deck chairs and have turned my attention to the icebergs. The ever present, unstoppable icebergs.

Greive the former self if you want, if it helps. I have. it didn't.

Accept things that happened as just being occurences, not good or bad, just things that happened that are neutral unless we place a determination on them. Tried that. Guess what? Physical injury is a bad thing, I don't determine that and neither do you.

Learn to accept the past and quit trying to get a closure, an explanation, an understanding of what happened and why if that helps. I tried that too, it doesn't. I still want to know why people have done the things they have done, I still wish I could have seen it coming and I still watch carefully for a repeat.

Frankly we just don't get better, and every time I have thought it was a possibility I have been setting myself up for the next storm.

Eastern thought? Self soothing? Miatry? Mindfulness? All of it, the whole spectrum. Nothing works as well as keeping a job in front of me, a tool in my hand and a good challenge in my mind. And just plain accepting that all the rest of it is BS, it's all just distraction, it's all just a way to divert attention from the fact that bad things happen to good people and there aint no way to stop it. I would rather distract myself with a pile of firewood or an oil change or a row to hoe. The rest of it is BS.
 
Life outside of a comfort zone really sucks. I leave my house as little as possible. Like others have said the slightest noise or unexpected occurrence and I'm all over the place. Staying indoors and seeing nobody (I don't actually know anybody and haven't for years.) is safety for me. I hate the lonliness that brings but when I was taking part in "real life" I felt just as lonely anyway.

The thought of my only interactions in life being only with "healthcare professionals" makes me cringe but that is the reality. In truth I don't have the skills to make friends - I don't actually know how it is done as stupid as that may sound. That stems from when I first got Epilepsy and became a pariah at school and from a father who totally removed himself from me because I was epileptic like him, even though I got epilepsy because of Encephalitis not from him. I was supposed to be the one who would do all the things he had wanted from his children but rather than sticking by me he shut down completely and as I was chronically shy anyway, I was even more wary of people after that. I think that's where the seeds of the ptsd were sown and that all the events that happened after that just made sure that I'd be diagnosed with ptsd eventually.

To be honest the thought of there being no cure and of having to manage this condition scares the Hell out of me, which is putting it as politely as I can.
 
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I agree. I try to be optimistic, every few days I think I have found the cure and I feel alright for a few hours, tops. Then I wake up the next morning and my first thoughts are compulsively comparing myself to my peers who have steady career paths, are married, are stable emotionally and have happy families.

And so it begins, on the train every morning I write out how I'm feeling and why, what I can do and what's behind the obsessive guilt and shame, and I think I've reasoned it out of my mind and my thinking pattern will now change because-by joe, i've got the answer! And then a homeless person will sit next to me and I will want to wretch from the smell and feel completely uncomfortable and my thoughts will start racing and the irritation will grow, until I know I am not normal and I can be as mindful as I want, I am annoyed at what happens to me, big or small, that I do not ask for.

I can dream all I want about writing a book, or going in the art show I signed up for, I cannot get off the couch because it's useless. I lay here and think, "Ok, I've got my plot and characters, now just to start WRITING!" or "ok, i've sketched, its on the canvas--and GO!" but i do not. I sit still and distract myself because I am a failure and no amount of positive self talk, CBT, pyschotherapy, hypnotherapy, EMDR, etc has been able to change the underlying basis that if I really try, I will fail.
 
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