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What Makes You Angry Today?

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That's part of what makes this place so special. Always a place to speak your mind. I always feel better after letting go, the few times I have. Better out than in, so to speak.
Anonymity is key methinks. Sadly, none of you would recognize me on the street anymore than I would recognize any of you. Anywhere else on the planet, I would be forced to worry whether or not my words and actions would come back to haunt me.

Well, that and unitelligeable rantings seem to be easily translated by like minded folks. Best therapy on the planet. No f*cking brain-picking scavenger could ever hope to even understand the basics of our conversations on here.

Doesn't change the fact I would love to spearhead a Salem style witch hunt and carbonize a few shitheads at the stake. LMAO
 
Well, that and unitelligeable rantings seem to be easily translated by like minded folks. Best therapy on the planet. No f*cking brain-picking scavenger could ever hope to even understand the basics of our conversations on here.

Nail hit.
 
Anonymity is key methinks

How very true. Only the bravest among us will post a picture of themselves.

I think the anonymity also allows us to be able to take off the armour we wear and be able to say what's on our minds without being judged. It's easier when you feel like you don't have to protect yourself.
 
Ok. I'm depressed....and angry. I hate it. You go a month and no problems for the most part. Just managing anger. And then, the wheels fall off the wagon. You're in the shitter. I am really pissed off that every month or so I have to revert to basics. Back with the training wheels again.... back with the tricycle. WTF? Hey progress, Hello? remember me? Shit.

At these times I think...maybe my old man had it right. Just down a 6 pack a day or more and carry on. He kicked it at 61. Never saw anyone so happy to die. Happiest he ever was, was the last year of his life. Had cancer. Refused chemo. But he had the beast and death was peace for him.

I know, I know. He didn't know what it was. I do. So it's not my lot. And as he told me, every generation has a duty to do at least one better than their parents....improve. Too bad the beast is involved, kind of like a one legged man in an ass kicking contest. Grrrrrr.... Never would have guessed managing the beast would have been the hard part of that deal.
 
I think it's us all that are just sick and tired of dealing with the sum bitch. I mean day in and day out just putting up with the bullshit. You think you've found the sweet spot with meds, and youself and family, then you wake up and it's all changed.

One thing I do know for sure, it makes us stronger, tougher the longer we hang in there.

Psycological work outs.

Sarg
 
Spoke with this jerkoff yesterday over the phone, because apparently that's how the VA does things now. He wants to adjust my meds since everything is going just TOO peachy for me. Promoted at work, wife stayed with me after my monster almost scared her away forever, and I actually shampooed the f*cking carpet...and enjoyed it! He tells me, "That medication isn't meant to work this fast. You shouldn't have seen results for at least 2 months."

Damn NP hack, it's not about the meds! For a VA provider, he doesn't know shit about PTSD. He never asked about who supported me. He's never asked about my social situation. Hell, he probably doesn't even know I'm married because he didn't take the time to look in my records.

So, VA assistance can screw off. I got through the worst of it, and I still have my family and my sanity. I still take the meds because thinking about the jackass I used to be kinda pisses me off. It's a weird feeling, being on the outside looking in on the past 8 years, but it's liberating.

What REALLY pisses me off today is this sinus infection. My teeth feel like they're about to explode out of my face!
 
I think the hardest part of this is accepting that the fight is never over. Like you said Wagon, you do OK for a while and then BAM! it kicks you in the ass. It gets old really fast. It why I always say that you have to find your own way of dealing with it all. How ever you do that is truly your own business.

We're often told by our doctors not to drink or take 'unprescribed' drugs, but honestly does it actually make a differance? If taking a drink or smoking a joint helps you then what's wrong with that? Everyone has to decide how they're going to get through this life. My way is just that, mine. It may not be good for someone else.

For me, I just try to enjoy the time when I feel OK. Just enjoy the moment, even if it's only that. I don't worry about the 'beast', he's my companion in this life and always just out of sight. He's a bastard. There's no easy answers. Perhaps that the suckfull part of all this.

Just gotta' soldier on, don't know any other way.
 
The battle with PTSD is like driving a '62 VW Beetle west through Denver, Colorado-

Just around the time you make it out of town, that last stoplight on a big assed hill goes red, you stop-keeping it in neutral so it doesn't stall out in the high altitude air- and then you roll backwards for a few klicks trying to get the goddamned thing into first gear once the light goes green again. Wash, rinse, repeat. Give up, smoke a joint with the first granola eating tree hugger you see. regret smoking said joint because of said thin air and the fact it was some really good shit, then decide to try driving up out of town again....along the same route because you are stoned senseless....
 
I can really identify with the VW analogy. Had a 68 when I got out of Navy. Drove through the mountains with a blown rear main seal.....Stop fill her up with oil, check the gas (Kept only a quarter tank through the mountains because....every pound counts) Trucks passed me going up hill. Managed to do 70 in neutral down hill.

Yeah, I feel like that VW. Blown rear main seal. Fully loaded 18 wheelers just wizzing by me uphill.
 
Well I am still on holidays( if you can call it that). That is one of the problems, 'The Beast' doesn't know that, it digs its claws in no matter where you are or what your doing. The medication doesn't keep it totally in check, it takes a shit load of willpower too, and when your mind is tired, that's all it needs to get a claw in.
I think your right Sarg. I am an avid campaigner of getting off the drugs and alcohol and going to therapy, but in the long run, if it's not affecting your family, why the hell not.

Someone told me the other day that I am always so negative at times, and I got to thinking. Am I the only one like that? Then I come on here and I realise I am not.

Why are we? Well the majority of us have lost an aweful lot to the beast, or it has at least taken some sort of toll in our lives. Add to that the massive amount of symptoms associated with the beast and the side effects associated to the medication we have been given. Things like Anger (what this thread is about), depression, insomnia, irritable bowel, bruxism,hypervigilence, anxiety, weight gain, restless leg, hyperhydrosis, agitation, dry skin, rashes, just to name a few. If I was to start a list and get the members to add to it, with a symptom per line, it would be a couple of pages long. I might just do that.
Getting back on track. So we have lost a lot, experience these symptoms which often restrict us from socialising sometimes, or else we have to medicate to socialise. If we don't we are usually walking around with our mood meter balancing on the edge of a knife. If we do travel, we need a separate bag for our medication.

Well I hate being like this, but a normal person experiencing any of our symptoms would be negative and depressed, so no wonder why we are.

I try so hard, but because I try so hard, the family get used to it and when I fall down the hole they are affected too and often forget that that is normal. Hope you understand.

I will shut up now.
 
Aw, hell, that's why I was a work-a-holic, Jimmy. It beat just sittin' there letting the sumbitch pound on you when you're supposed to be enjoying yourself. Holidays with the in-laws was a bitch...not because they were, they were great folks, it was sitting there listening about Aunt Cora's bunions...and the beast would just go bizarro and I'd just go, anywhere, Phoenix has a lot of streets I've never seen...

Just sittin' there, he pounds on ya. Maybe that's why I have about 100 different hobbies.

Sarg
 
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