a series of flashbacks and nightmares
I have had a series of flashbacks and nightmares over the past week. And now I'm back in a familiar frozen state. Fear and dread and rageful humiliated vulnerability. Everyone is bad, the world is a bad place, and I'm bad.
I feel that writing that will make people run away.
I've been here before, terrible dreams, literally trembling in fear in the morning. I don't know how I did it. It's ptsd. I'll jump at the slightest touch or noise, then feel guilty and ashamed then enraged. I've noticed my sense of time is off, I think I'm dissociating, hard to know, that worries me.
I'm afraid of everyone to a greater or lesser degree. But I don't show it. Instead, I've become even more outwardly calm and "professional, strong, stable and reliable." People are drawn to that, and I start to despise them, I feel fake and distanced from everyone, and resentful. Inside I feel unsafe and all I can think is to get away from everyone and everything.
I'm unable to shake this off, even tho I know it's useless to expect that because that never worked before. I despise that helpless feeling. It makes me angry not to be able to control it. Always the control. What's the alternative? I'm losing touch. I can't find my positive values inside, like kindness or care, it's all just words.
This also makes me realize how different my daily life has become over the past half year. Like I've been in a happy dream that's been erased. I suppose I thought I'd never return to this bad place. Now it seems I have always ended back here.
This started in a work situation last month in which I felt vaguely "trapped" (always a trigger for me) plus some anniversary reactions: I was fired last year at this time and it was partly because I had a huge flashback at work and it was used against me. Last year at this time was really the lowest I've ever been, but it was part of a longer arc of healing, or seemed.
I feel ashamed to admit it, but I think I'm a recovery failure, though I know that's not true. I just can't get to that other place where I was feeling good and I was healing. I know I'm really hard on myself. I know I have to wait it out, do all the things to help myself, and then just bide my time. But that doesn't change anything now. I feel guilty writing all this because I think it's "negative" and I want to stay positively focused and not bring people down.
Has anyone ever felt this? Just asking that makes me sense a massive mistake in writing this. And under that is fury. Under that must be hurt and loss and grief. seachange
I feel that writing that will make people run away.
I've been here before, terrible dreams, literally trembling in fear in the morning. I don't know how I did it. It's ptsd. I'll jump at the slightest touch or noise, then feel guilty and ashamed then enraged. I've noticed my sense of time is off, I think I'm dissociating, hard to know, that worries me.
I'm afraid of everyone to a greater or lesser degree. But I don't show it. Instead, I've become even more outwardly calm and "professional, strong, stable and reliable." People are drawn to that, and I start to despise them, I feel fake and distanced from everyone, and resentful. Inside I feel unsafe and all I can think is to get away from everyone and everything.
I'm unable to shake this off, even tho I know it's useless to expect that because that never worked before. I despise that helpless feeling. It makes me angry not to be able to control it. Always the control. What's the alternative? I'm losing touch. I can't find my positive values inside, like kindness or care, it's all just words.
This also makes me realize how different my daily life has become over the past half year. Like I've been in a happy dream that's been erased. I suppose I thought I'd never return to this bad place. Now it seems I have always ended back here.
This started in a work situation last month in which I felt vaguely "trapped" (always a trigger for me) plus some anniversary reactions: I was fired last year at this time and it was partly because I had a huge flashback at work and it was used against me. Last year at this time was really the lowest I've ever been, but it was part of a longer arc of healing, or seemed.
I feel ashamed to admit it, but I think I'm a recovery failure, though I know that's not true. I just can't get to that other place where I was feeling good and I was healing. I know I'm really hard on myself. I know I have to wait it out, do all the things to help myself, and then just bide my time. But that doesn't change anything now. I feel guilty writing all this because I think it's "negative" and I want to stay positively focused and not bring people down.
Has anyone ever felt this? Just asking that makes me sense a massive mistake in writing this. And under that is fury. Under that must be hurt and loss and grief. seachange

