Where do I go now?
fusionoflove
Registrant
Well brothers,
It's been almost been two months since I've started therapy and three weeks since my last panic attack. God, I lived in a world for so long dominated by panic attacks and thinking that everything was out of my control that in a weird way I kind of miss it. I don't mean in a good way, I miss it because it's the only thing I've known for an entire year of my life. Negative ideas/thoughts of who I was or what I was becoming. I didn't know what was happening to me.
The rape happened over a year ago. I'm 25 right now, but I think I would've been dead by 27. I probably would've overdosed on pills and alcohol or just as worse, took my own life. God, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't cry. Sometimes just reading posts here and finding things in common with what people are going through makes me break down. I still can't believe how big and infected the wound was before I was able to face myself and what had happened. I tried everything that I thought was in my power to try and heal, but nothing worked. It was temporary patch and wound got bigger.
I don't know or I sometimes wonder where I go from here. The biggest obstacle I faced was admitting to myself what happened. The second being the panic attacks. What is the third, the fourth, the fifth? I want to know, I want to feel it. Maybe I'm just tired and I need a break from things. I know I can't try and push through things. When my mind and emotions are ready the next obstacle will be presented to me.
I'm starting to ramble so I know it's time for me to go to bed.
Take it easy,
Fusion
It's been almost been two months since I've started therapy and three weeks since my last panic attack. God, I lived in a world for so long dominated by panic attacks and thinking that everything was out of my control that in a weird way I kind of miss it. I don't mean in a good way, I miss it because it's the only thing I've known for an entire year of my life. Negative ideas/thoughts of who I was or what I was becoming. I didn't know what was happening to me.
The rape happened over a year ago. I'm 25 right now, but I think I would've been dead by 27. I probably would've overdosed on pills and alcohol or just as worse, took my own life. God, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't cry. Sometimes just reading posts here and finding things in common with what people are going through makes me break down. I still can't believe how big and infected the wound was before I was able to face myself and what had happened. I tried everything that I thought was in my power to try and heal, but nothing worked. It was temporary patch and wound got bigger.
I don't know or I sometimes wonder where I go from here. The biggest obstacle I faced was admitting to myself what happened. The second being the panic attacks. What is the third, the fourth, the fifth? I want to know, I want to feel it. Maybe I'm just tired and I need a break from things. I know I can't try and push through things. When my mind and emotions are ready the next obstacle will be presented to me.
I'm starting to ramble so I know it's time for me to go to bed.
Take it easy,
Fusion