ironcitycats
New Here
I don't know where it all went wrong, but I know it did. Everyday I usually think or talk to myself about things I've seen so I figured I'd sign up on this forum and maybe put it on paper (electronic paper I guess). Diagnosed with PTSD and supposedly Bipolar about 3 years ago. When I was 12 my uncle was murdered. He wasnt close to me, but it hit home when it was on tv and in the newspaper. Cant forget seeing my mother crying at the crime scene, being held back by a large black police officer. When I was 20 I witnessed a shootout while at work. A passenger in a car that was chasing another car was shooting out the window. I watched it all go down as bullets were hitting the wall outside my window.
Then while I was 25, two guys put a gun to my head and robbed me at my apartment complex. At the time I had just graduated college, was working a great job, had awesome friends and the sweetest girlfriend. Things started to slowly unravel for me. The first year I was just paranoid. Would sit at my window for countless hours with my gun and peek out the window, waiting for the guys to come kill me. Then my gf broke up with me (I dont blame her), I withdrew from social activities and became very angry and irritable. A year later, I saw a guy get hit by a car in the median. He was thrown into the air, landed in oncoming traffic and died on scene. Apparently he was a good samaritan that was hit by a drunk driver. Shortly thereafter, I was extremely depressed and paranoia kind of set in. It never crossed my mind that I had PTSD until I went to my doctor for constant back and shoulder pain. He referred me to a psychiatrist and ologist. Have tried so many different meds but nothing really helps. It's like everyday, I relive those events in my head. They aren't really so scary as much as they are life-consuming. I've kind of given up on life and at this point I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel bad because I know there are people who have seen 100 times as many bad things as I have. But the feeling of a cold, heavy gun at the back of your head never goes away. Anywho, I wish I could just go back in time and start over.....
Then while I was 25, two guys put a gun to my head and robbed me at my apartment complex. At the time I had just graduated college, was working a great job, had awesome friends and the sweetest girlfriend. Things started to slowly unravel for me. The first year I was just paranoid. Would sit at my window for countless hours with my gun and peek out the window, waiting for the guys to come kill me. Then my gf broke up with me (I dont blame her), I withdrew from social activities and became very angry and irritable. A year later, I saw a guy get hit by a car in the median. He was thrown into the air, landed in oncoming traffic and died on scene. Apparently he was a good samaritan that was hit by a drunk driver. Shortly thereafter, I was extremely depressed and paranoia kind of set in. It never crossed my mind that I had PTSD until I went to my doctor for constant back and shoulder pain. He referred me to a psychiatrist and ologist. Have tried so many different meds but nothing really helps. It's like everyday, I relive those events in my head. They aren't really so scary as much as they are life-consuming. I've kind of given up on life and at this point I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel bad because I know there are people who have seen 100 times as many bad things as I have. But the feeling of a cold, heavy gun at the back of your head never goes away. Anywho, I wish I could just go back in time and start over.....