I can't stop feeling that I'm a weak, terrible, lazy, and unforgivable person.
I don't even know why I have ptsd--my trauma is minor from an objective point of view, but my therapist says so, so it might as well be. But then what does he know? It's not like I've done a physical test or anything. Most of the time I just can't accept the fact that I have it--I did not go through the unimaginable pains a lot of people on this forum went through. I feel inadequate and weak. I feel like I'm a big joke, both here and out in the world. And in my own mind, of course.
Then there's depression, which I also suffer from but can't believe in. I can't work because of it, but what if it's just because I'm lazy? I feel like I'm finding excuses after excuses to avoid the things I should have been doing. I want somebody to slap me in the face and make me feel less guilty. I don't even want to listen to my therapist and psychiatrist anymore--I feel that they are all lying to me when they legitimize my pains. They are spoiling me and encouraging me to self-pity. I despise myself for wanting to hear what they say about me...
Does this even make sense? I don't know what I'm talking about. I feel terrible and completely alone. I'm scared and depressed, yet I don't feel justified in my own fear and depression. I want my old life back, and it seems dead already...
I don't even know why I have ptsd--my trauma is minor from an objective point of view, but my therapist says so, so it might as well be. But then what does he know? It's not like I've done a physical test or anything. Most of the time I just can't accept the fact that I have it--I did not go through the unimaginable pains a lot of people on this forum went through. I feel inadequate and weak. I feel like I'm a big joke, both here and out in the world. And in my own mind, of course.
Then there's depression, which I also suffer from but can't believe in. I can't work because of it, but what if it's just because I'm lazy? I feel like I'm finding excuses after excuses to avoid the things I should have been doing. I want somebody to slap me in the face and make me feel less guilty. I don't even want to listen to my therapist and psychiatrist anymore--I feel that they are all lying to me when they legitimize my pains. They are spoiling me and encouraging me to self-pity. I despise myself for wanting to hear what they say about me...
Does this even make sense? I don't know what I'm talking about. I feel terrible and completely alone. I'm scared and depressed, yet I don't feel justified in my own fear and depression. I want my old life back, and it seems dead already...