I go back and read these posts too trying to find hope. Maybe it is the holidays coming up, maybe I am just getting worse, I don't know, but I am finding it hard to even string complete thoughts together. I make stupid mistakes, I can't make decisions, my brain actually burns from the activity going on up there and my heart feels like it breaks every second all over again. I am so lost and empty and can't believe what has happened to my life in a matter of months. Its like a switch was turned off and the person I was has been forced into advanced darkness with no light whatsoever. I don't recognize who I am. I look into the mirror and don't see anything in my eyes other than two black holes. I don't know how anyone gets through this, there is no quality of life and I am doing things and acting in ways that I would never, in a million years, do. I always thought of myself as strong, independent and a survivor, however, now I am the complete polar opposite. I am insecure, feel very vulnerable and am barely keeping my head above water. It physically feels like I'm drowning and as I type this out I can feel the water entering my lungs. I am so afraid I don't have much time left. There is no quality of life here. If I was a dog, my owners would have put me down to be merciful. I had fight in me at one point and I feel like this thing has taken all that and my life away. 5 months ago I was in no way perfect and I still obviously had my baggage, but this has taken over to the point where I don't even feel like a real person anymore.
I'm sorry if this seems negative and not at all willing to try your suggestions, but this is where I'm at. I feel like I literally can't do anything to help myself, no matter how hard I try. Even now I am sitting here knowing I need to go to the gym and that it does help a little to workout, but I just can't move. Physically my body will not leave this spot. I'm like a toddler. I need to be physically pulled and bargained with. Also, my support person, best friend, lifeline, and love of my life is away this weekend and needs time to himself and I have been trying to give him space, but I have separation anxiety (just like a toddler). I have been reduced to being a child in so many ways and not in the good ways I felt I acted like a child before. I was fun-loving and goofy and laughed all the time. I can't tell you the last time I felt any of that or really even smiled. It is so incredibly tragic!
Thank you all for being patient and for still coming here to type such wonderful things and give such loving suggestions. I can only hope that some day after me re-reading several times that one day I will truly "hear" what you say and believe it and be able to use it. For now, just know that I do pay attention I'm just not capable at the moment. I am still breathing so I am still somewhat fighting I guess. I just am not sure who is going to win at this point, me or the PTSD.
xoxo