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I'm not sure what it is that I'm doing, but it takes me away from reality and the present.
I comb the internet for anything related to my trauma for sometimes hours a day. I'm looking for an answer, and keep trying long past the point that my searching would have yielded one.
It has made me bitter and twisted. Journalism distorts the way events happen, I know this. I know what happened and probably why it did, but I still knaw away at it like a dog with a bone. I really have no idea of what I am hoping to find.
This event has consumed me, heart and soul. It will not let me go.
The anniversary is coming up. I know that I don't have to get sick, but still I feel it coming on, sucking me in again. My concentration is bad, and I feel stressed with all the things that need to happen at this time of year already.
I fall easily into thoughts of the past when I am alone. I often catch myself staring into the distance, my head full of darkness and rage. When I am interrupted by someone in a moment like this I can switch right into normal mode in the blink of an eye. There are two people who live inside me, one who stays inside with the memories, and one who answers the door.
I also look back at all I have written about it, and feel a sense of horror and disgust at how it has driven me so insane. I mean I was a few sandwiches short of a picnic before it happened, but now all that seems to be left at times are scattered crumbs. (That's a terrible analogy and I apologise, but it's the best I can do right now.)
Sorry this is so all over the place, and it's probably in the wrong forum, but I'm feeling freaked out right now and wondered if anyone else was too.
I comb the internet for anything related to my trauma for sometimes hours a day. I'm looking for an answer, and keep trying long past the point that my searching would have yielded one.
It has made me bitter and twisted. Journalism distorts the way events happen, I know this. I know what happened and probably why it did, but I still knaw away at it like a dog with a bone. I really have no idea of what I am hoping to find.
This event has consumed me, heart and soul. It will not let me go.
The anniversary is coming up. I know that I don't have to get sick, but still I feel it coming on, sucking me in again. My concentration is bad, and I feel stressed with all the things that need to happen at this time of year already.
I fall easily into thoughts of the past when I am alone. I often catch myself staring into the distance, my head full of darkness and rage. When I am interrupted by someone in a moment like this I can switch right into normal mode in the blink of an eye. There are two people who live inside me, one who stays inside with the memories, and one who answers the door.
I also look back at all I have written about it, and feel a sense of horror and disgust at how it has driven me so insane. I mean I was a few sandwiches short of a picnic before it happened, but now all that seems to be left at times are scattered crumbs. (That's a terrible analogy and I apologise, but it's the best I can do right now.)
Sorry this is so all over the place, and it's probably in the wrong forum, but I'm feeling freaked out right now and wondered if anyone else was too.