so tired or manic
Arcanist
- Jun 12, 2020
- 462
To start off my story I've been abused by an ex. I've been dealing with the ptsd on my own for over a year. moved in with parents because the mental health system us better than where I was living. I've been doing better! until I took a fall at the grocery store turning the corner too sharp. The cuts and bruises that came from the fall have put my ptsd back to square one. flashbacks, panic, everyone is the enemy again.
I'm sure time will get me back on track, but the track I have been on has been nothing but toxic. family who firmly believe in the passive aggressive approach and just don't talk to me, I might as well be furniture.
the ptsd had resulted in having no friends and any attempt at making new friends my brain goes into flight or fight mode so it's just plain easier to accept keeping my own company. at least I have my animals, two cats and two chinchillas. I believe they would take a bullet for me if it came to it, which is more than I can say for any human I've encountered.
I have the desire to get better, I have hope. I just have no way of getting anywhere new without abandoning the only ones who have been there for me.
my mental health has never gotten better so I've considered a long term treatment sort of place, but that's impossible to go to one with my animals by my side. I can't trust anyone to look after them. one cat is blind in one eye and the other has chronic kidney disease and asthma. the chinchillas are good as long as they're kept separate or they'll look kill each other, which means they need me around to keep them company since they're herd animals.
I feel so lost. I feel so hopeless. I can't even try a chance at lottery without losing disability and any long-term income.
if you made it this far, thank you for reading. I'm not looking for advice, I just want to be heard.
I'm sure time will get me back on track, but the track I have been on has been nothing but toxic. family who firmly believe in the passive aggressive approach and just don't talk to me, I might as well be furniture.
the ptsd had resulted in having no friends and any attempt at making new friends my brain goes into flight or fight mode so it's just plain easier to accept keeping my own company. at least I have my animals, two cats and two chinchillas. I believe they would take a bullet for me if it came to it, which is more than I can say for any human I've encountered.
I have the desire to get better, I have hope. I just have no way of getting anywhere new without abandoning the only ones who have been there for me.
my mental health has never gotten better so I've considered a long term treatment sort of place, but that's impossible to go to one with my animals by my side. I can't trust anyone to look after them. one cat is blind in one eye and the other has chronic kidney disease and asthma. the chinchillas are good as long as they're kept separate or they'll look kill each other, which means they need me around to keep them company since they're herd animals.
I feel so lost. I feel so hopeless. I can't even try a chance at lottery without losing disability and any long-term income.
if you made it this far, thank you for reading. I'm not looking for advice, I just want to be heard.