PTSD n' cPTSD friends
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How are you holding up at the moment? And which are your methods to cope?
Please give me some advice.
TL;DR: crying not being able to cope, alone
I'm not going to mention anything directly, but probably my wording will be quite "heavy" for thoughts, still trigger warning, emotional venting.
Is tiring having to remember everything over and over again, even if I'm distracting myself, washing dishes, showering, doing exercise, talking with someone, a song, etc etc it reminds me anything. Its hard, so hard to focus or do something relaxed while having this "echoed" images getting in my head and can't stop them.
I'm afraid to go to therapy since whenever I go, I end up worse than before, since I have no one to hug or get comfort after a heavy session (I live alone and by myself, years alone), not having support other than internet friends just hurts to the core, deep inside wishing for a hug IRL. Human physical interaction is something that you crave even more if you don't take a step outside, and unfortunately since working remote doesn't give you the courage to keep going out or eating healthy, is hard to keep a decent lifestyle, even more when you're diagnosed with so many things.
Always thought I'd grow out of it, but is still there, all the scenes, all the shame coming over and over for things I just "didn't know" back then, so many things and not being capable to do anything.
Feelings aren't that heavy anymore since I'm medicated, but it doesn't help the thoughts, even more since I'm the loneliest person I know, no family, no friends, just my pets and myself.
Everyday feels the same, holidays, weekends, looking at at the calendar just to realize that'd been months, weeks while I felt it was yesterday that I did X thing… Sleep, wake-up, eat, work, eat, work and go to sleep, same ol' story everyday.Sleep, wake-up, eat, work, eat, work and go to sleep, same ol' story everyday, being "functional", even if its just that is exhausting.
Unique thing that makes things fun is daydreaming and talking to myself.
I'm not suicidal, I don't want to do anything bad, I'd never ever done self-harm, I "love" (somehow) myself enough to keep living, but man, is so tiring, so tiring having to live with shame and hopelessness knowing that life is like this, sometimes wondering why I should buy a house or an apartment if I'm going to die eventually with no one around to even receive it, goals make no sense, feeling off inside but not having the "passion" enough to think about ending it either, perhaps I'm just a coward.
With the worst coping mechanism that is eating, eating anything, not feeling full at all, barely moving, just siting all day in my room, the thought of going outside knowing is just me walking while having these thoughts, is boring, wanting to lose weight to be healthy but kinda thinking its "pointless" at the same time.
Sincerely thinking about it, binging probably will end this faster, so feeling pleasure while knowing makes it ok.
I don't want a boyfriend or a husband, I don't feel the need, I'm not sexually attracted to anything, I don't want to be attractive to anyone, I don't want that attention but sometimes feeling that it'd be easier to make friends if I were "prettier", fighting against the thoughts of "I should be feminine" against the "way I think is clearly something else", not fitting, feeling out of place, dissociated and not being able to comprehend things, I can't run away from things that make me sad, like family talking, happy things, childhood memories and hobbies, human things, normal things. I tried so many things all these years and somehow end up with nothing, how many times I have to try to change something? I can't accept this loneliness sometimes, it feels so unfair.
Not being able to share these things, people can't handle things bigger than their own problems, they just look at you with pity in their eyes.
Is not the same feeling alone than actually knowing that you are truly alone, the only thoughts about suicide this year were a few but, all of them end up in people finding out I did due to the rotten smell coming from the apartment, no one checking, no calls or anything.
There are times where I miss the abuse, the only thing that kept me feeling alive was hoping for a future where everything was ok, and now that everything is ok, it just doesn't feel right at all, no more flight/fight response, just me dealing with the shit others did on me, fawning for protection or love, just to be this lonely.
Is not easy, it isn't easy at all but I'll keep going, after all there's nothing else I can do other than this.
Numb enough to not being able to cry at all, I miss feeling that chest pain that comes when you're super sad or depressed.