St.Patrick's day 2017, celebrating 10 years of marriage to a wonderful man. Has it REALLY been 10 years? I look at the photos of this special day, I looked happy enough. I'm frustrated that I literally can't recall how I felt, what was it like that day? If I truly was happy then, why aren't I now? When did my feelings change? ..... Nothing, I feel numb. Not even sure who that woman was? Have I been pretending all this time??
I start analyzing my happiest moments which I can recall. The time I spent with my best friend, my daughter (who also has PTSD),her dog. What is it about THESE relationships that I can recall so many happy moments? Simply put, I trust them to see the real me, I'm safe to be accepted without fear of being hurt, I never let anyone get too close, I have deep seeded issues with trust. I have walls too high to scale, so thick, they're square.
I have a need and desire to end my marriage, I have no energy, nothing to contribute to to it. It would be an immense relief and I feel as though I could focus on me, on my time, facing my past when I'm ready, dealing with those shadows that hang so darkly over my present, threatening to suffocate me into eternal blackness.
Searching for a memory that I can cling to, a defining moment of when I stopped feeling, only to realize, I never started.
I start analyzing my happiest moments which I can recall. The time I spent with my best friend, my daughter (who also has PTSD),her dog. What is it about THESE relationships that I can recall so many happy moments? Simply put, I trust them to see the real me, I'm safe to be accepted without fear of being hurt, I never let anyone get too close, I have deep seeded issues with trust. I have walls too high to scale, so thick, they're square.
I have a need and desire to end my marriage, I have no energy, nothing to contribute to to it. It would be an immense relief and I feel as though I could focus on me, on my time, facing my past when I'm ready, dealing with those shadows that hang so darkly over my present, threatening to suffocate me into eternal blackness.
Searching for a memory that I can cling to, a defining moment of when I stopped feeling, only to realize, I never started.