I realized that I do not have a real life, I never did have and I do not know what would be feeling to have one.
It seems that only thing that I always had is CSA sh*t and pain.
I am lost.
recovery is very confusing. it goes in circles sometimes. i remember a point where it seemed i was better off before i remembered and started dealing with it. i went through a period of numbness, too. i just didnt feel anything really. i felt very hopeless and empty. it is a very hard place to be. i hope you keep pushing forward, and i hope that breakthrough moment where things change comes soon. it does get better, and then it might get worse again. it comes in steps that way, in my experience.
Ivo. The key to it all is living life and not just passing through it as a bit player. A lot of it is around trust. It is a difficult thing for us. We have avoided many relationships because of the trust issues. We have put up walls to keep us safe but those same walls imprison us. In addition we carry the guilt and shame and it was never ours. We feel that what happened to us is branded on our foreheads in neon lights for the world to see. We feel unclean and all the other crap that comes with SA.
But Ivo you are amongst friends here and you will never be alone again. We are all on this road together and we help each other to get to living life. As a matter of fact I have seen you reach out to others in this way.
Each and every one of us deserves to share their lives with true friends and companions without the baggage we carry. And we will all get there with a perseverence
Ivo, it is hard to get over the feelings of it all, you have had to deal with so much, even war in your Country.
You found your way here, you speak good english, so we all understand, you can be with people who have been through similar things but never the same.
You are a good man, I tell by the way you write about your life, you must see this in yourself, not just as we see you. You will get strong, and you will beat this thing.
Ivo
In the depths of despair we ask ourselves these kind of questions, but when we're 'down' we always seem to find the negative answers.
Why not write a list of the good things that have happened in your life, even if it's as simple as drinking a beer with a friend and watching the sun go down.
I bet there are good things in your life, and I can promise you that recovery makes us appreciate them even more.
It's something to look forward to.
First of all Brayton, Phoster, Mikey, Ste and Dave thank you all on kind and supportive words.
I do not want to be pathetic but the results of some online psycho tests, that I filled few days ago, are everything but not bright and I am still feeling knocked down because of it.
Now I have to learn from the very beginning how to distinguish thoughts and acts that are healthy from those that are produced by mine sick mind.
I also have to rebuild trust to myself from the zero point. At the moment I do not have it.
Ivo
I have been reading you for some time and I know that you are not a pathetic anything. What you are is a very caring, intelligent young man. Online psycho tests? Well, I don't think that they qualify as much as we do at telling you what a compassionate guy you are. Anyone who can live through what you have has got to be a strong individual, whether or not he/you feels that way at certain times. This road to recovery is filled with pot holes and a few wrong turns. Like my therapist says one of his mentors has said, " we are all bozos on the same bus," meaning, that some stuff works, and some doesn't, but, somehow, it all comes together in the striving. I've never known you to be a slacker in this regard. You always encourage others. Allow us to do the same.
Hey Ivo listen to David for he speaks the truth for all of us. Being a bozo is not such a bad thing. Beats being a victim or a perp or dead. I will take it any day.
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