sun seeker
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I don't know if this is the right place to put this; once when I mentioned there should be a forum for "overwhelmed" someone answered that when you have PTSD, everything goes under "overwhelmed." Maybe so.
I'm not doing well, haven't been for a few weeks now. Some of the story is under my thread entitled "Hospital." It's not getting better yet because, well, the problems causing the crisis haven't been addressed yet. I've done all I can think of towards this. Have two highly competent (I think... I hope... ) people ready to help my therapist sort out how to help me more effectively, but it's all waiting for everyone to get back to each other, for what feels like forever, and I'm still here, still hurting, still waiting.
And I'm scared. Because things have happened recently that I am beginning to realize are not just triggering, but retraumatizing me. And I don't know whether I will be heard and my concerns taken seriously. That replays so many situations from the past and more than anything I feel defeated and helpless. And there is conflict going on between the need to say what has been hurting me in the hopes it will be addressed, and the fear of being open about some things my therapist has been doing that are hurting me in case he takes it as a reason to abandon me. I feel hugely vulnerable. Terrified of making one wrong move, because my life is so close to tumbling down around me and I know I don't have the resources to put it back together again.
And I don't know whether I'm thinking clearly on any of this. I have a friend who studied psychology for many years who is familiar enough with my situation to see the red flags, and has been trying to help me see what is going on and giving me advice. Good advice, but it's getting the wheels in my head turning while some of them are still turning the other way, and it feels like there's a battle going on in there. I should do this... no, wait, I should do that... well, there's some truth to this point of view... but what about this other point of view... but maybe... And all the while, another part of me just wants to stop trying and having to be the responsible one and sort this out in an adult way, and just wants to cry and be comforted, because I feel so lonely and scared and hurt.
Meanwhile one of the above-mentioned experts has different opinions, and I can't really tell which one is right.
I was holding on... barely. Anxious all the time, feeling the familiar dread, the hopelessness, the various somatic symptoms... but doing at least the minimum I'm supposed to be doing to function. This morning I was supposed to help a neighbour with some yard work, and that just fell through, and now I don't know what to do with myself or how to plan my week. Even last week when this latest crisis stage began, I knew I would need extra medication, but couldn't get it together to do anything about it. Mental health worker called and offered me an appointment time, but I was so confused about what I was doing, I didn't call her back. A friend wanted me to go over to her place, but I didn't, and she hasn't called me back, and I don't have it in me to explain why I didn't go. I feel exposed every time I go out, like everyone can see how close I am to losing it, or will run into people who know how badly I've already lost it, and I just want to hide... but at the same time am desperately crying for help, and no one is hearing me fast enough.
I'm not making much sense here, I know. And that's the point, the stress has gotten bad enough that I can't think straight, and I don't know what to do anymore to help myself.
I'm not doing well, haven't been for a few weeks now. Some of the story is under my thread entitled "Hospital." It's not getting better yet because, well, the problems causing the crisis haven't been addressed yet. I've done all I can think of towards this. Have two highly competent (I think... I hope... ) people ready to help my therapist sort out how to help me more effectively, but it's all waiting for everyone to get back to each other, for what feels like forever, and I'm still here, still hurting, still waiting.
And I'm scared. Because things have happened recently that I am beginning to realize are not just triggering, but retraumatizing me. And I don't know whether I will be heard and my concerns taken seriously. That replays so many situations from the past and more than anything I feel defeated and helpless. And there is conflict going on between the need to say what has been hurting me in the hopes it will be addressed, and the fear of being open about some things my therapist has been doing that are hurting me in case he takes it as a reason to abandon me. I feel hugely vulnerable. Terrified of making one wrong move, because my life is so close to tumbling down around me and I know I don't have the resources to put it back together again.
And I don't know whether I'm thinking clearly on any of this. I have a friend who studied psychology for many years who is familiar enough with my situation to see the red flags, and has been trying to help me see what is going on and giving me advice. Good advice, but it's getting the wheels in my head turning while some of them are still turning the other way, and it feels like there's a battle going on in there. I should do this... no, wait, I should do that... well, there's some truth to this point of view... but what about this other point of view... but maybe... And all the while, another part of me just wants to stop trying and having to be the responsible one and sort this out in an adult way, and just wants to cry and be comforted, because I feel so lonely and scared and hurt.
Meanwhile one of the above-mentioned experts has different opinions, and I can't really tell which one is right.
I was holding on... barely. Anxious all the time, feeling the familiar dread, the hopelessness, the various somatic symptoms... but doing at least the minimum I'm supposed to be doing to function. This morning I was supposed to help a neighbour with some yard work, and that just fell through, and now I don't know what to do with myself or how to plan my week. Even last week when this latest crisis stage began, I knew I would need extra medication, but couldn't get it together to do anything about it. Mental health worker called and offered me an appointment time, but I was so confused about what I was doing, I didn't call her back. A friend wanted me to go over to her place, but I didn't, and she hasn't called me back, and I don't have it in me to explain why I didn't go. I feel exposed every time I go out, like everyone can see how close I am to losing it, or will run into people who know how badly I've already lost it, and I just want to hide... but at the same time am desperately crying for help, and no one is hearing me fast enough.
I'm not making much sense here, I know. And that's the point, the stress has gotten bad enough that I can't think straight, and I don't know what to do anymore to help myself.