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I got diagnosed with PTSD not too long ago and I'm having a hard time coping with it.
I was really upset at first. I still kind of am. I'm trying to be normal about it, but I've realized that my main coping mechanism since I was very young is to blame myself for everything. If you are bad, then it makes sense when bad things happen to you and no one helps or cares or even believes you. This is much easier for a young person to understand. It also gives you power over the situation. It helps, at least at the time. Unfortunately this just leads to an adult that has so much internalized shame and hatred that it's hard to function. You don't trust yourself, which leads you to trusting people you shouldn't. Meanwhile you don't trust people you should, like your friends, because to like someone evil like you they must be stupid or evil themselves. You don't experience joy. You're numb all the time. Your limbs are heavy, and your entire body is so, so tense. You either disappear or regress to an embarrassing degree when it's stressful. I'm babbling. Anyways. My original point was that the diagnosis is hard to swallow and has been very destabilizing. It's basically a doctor saying "no, objectively that was all messed up and it wasn't your fault." Maybe it would be validating to some, but for me this has shattered my world view. What do you mean a person can be good and do everything right and people can still hurt them so badly? And on purpose, too. Other people can't be evil! Only me!
My only saving grace is my dog. I can look out at the most beautiful, awe-inspiring scenic view you've ever seen and not feel a thing. But looking at him I feel happiness and love. That's the only time I feel human. I worry about what will become of me when he's gone. Hopefully I'm more normal by that time.
My only saving grace is my dog. I can look out at the most beautiful, awe-inspiring scenic view you've ever seen and not feel a thing. But looking at him I feel happiness and love. That's the only time I feel human. I worry about what will become of me when he's gone. Hopefully I'm more normal by that time.
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