Pouring my soul into this as best I can because I’ve been half here/half not for most of my life.
CPTSD is one of several diagnoses I have. Major Depression is my primary and I also deal with pretty bad anxiety that my depression tends to eradicate because I go numb easily.
I’m sick of not fully living. I also realized recently that I hold onto my past A LOT and it’s essentially a lot of fantasy that’s in my head that I consider “life”.
More backstory is I was born a very anxious child and had the stereotypical stuff a kid like that has — over stimulated, nightmares, bed wetting, withdrawal etc. What’s “weird” is I’ve also always been “high functioning” and no one could tell I had anything, especially when my humor took the wheel.
It feels like my life has been a performance. I am grateful to have used my diagnoses for good in advocating, making a career out of it, before realizing I was not well enough to keep advocating & supporting peers.
My “big T” was witnessing my best friends death as a child and not having the capability to get help, due to fear & disbelief. To my little kid brain — I didn’t save a life and it was my fault. I also didn’t get help for myself because I was perceived as “okay” and “strong willed”, which is its own can of worms.
Recently I learned several people in my life passed away. I had removed myself from their life due to my little kid belief and CPTSD. I didn’t and still don’t know how to connect deeply without dysfunction and didn’t nor don’t still know how to be present enough for someone else.
I’ve started to feel self centered because I admitted I have been. My needs feel too great and are little kid shaped.
Thanks for reading and being in the space. I know we are all in this together and also grateful to have had so many amazing people as friends who also share this. It just feels like as cliche as it sounds, I’m out of excuses for not embracing life.
CPTSD is one of several diagnoses I have. Major Depression is my primary and I also deal with pretty bad anxiety that my depression tends to eradicate because I go numb easily.
I’m sick of not fully living. I also realized recently that I hold onto my past A LOT and it’s essentially a lot of fantasy that’s in my head that I consider “life”.
More backstory is I was born a very anxious child and had the stereotypical stuff a kid like that has — over stimulated, nightmares, bed wetting, withdrawal etc. What’s “weird” is I’ve also always been “high functioning” and no one could tell I had anything, especially when my humor took the wheel.
It feels like my life has been a performance. I am grateful to have used my diagnoses for good in advocating, making a career out of it, before realizing I was not well enough to keep advocating & supporting peers.
My “big T” was witnessing my best friends death as a child and not having the capability to get help, due to fear & disbelief. To my little kid brain — I didn’t save a life and it was my fault. I also didn’t get help for myself because I was perceived as “okay” and “strong willed”, which is its own can of worms.
Recently I learned several people in my life passed away. I had removed myself from their life due to my little kid belief and CPTSD. I didn’t and still don’t know how to connect deeply without dysfunction and didn’t nor don’t still know how to be present enough for someone else.
I’ve started to feel self centered because I admitted I have been. My needs feel too great and are little kid shaped.
Thanks for reading and being in the space. I know we are all in this together and also grateful to have had so many amazing people as friends who also share this. It just feels like as cliche as it sounds, I’m out of excuses for not embracing life.