Dawn0071111
Hungry Ghost
- Dec 9, 2018
- 570
I was run over by the pathology train. And developed a trauma disorder. When my depression and cognative dissonance first set in, I had no ides what was happening to me. i was do depressed that I could not bring myself to post here. I joined in Nov 18. My almost fatal suicide attempt over that man was in January. It was a short fling, I am not without my own baggage, but nothing prepared me for the fallout. I remember I was in so much pain that in my "death journal" I had a calandar and I would wait till midnight to get jut a little relief knowing that may planned day would grow near. I spent 2 months working on a 60 page suicide letter..... I had our pictures aorund the room. Sent out final goodbye texts...Had the sings that remined me of him playing. I had a portable generator, studied everything. Had a C02 meter. I should not be here. But my bedroom doors dont lock so in a blackout state I got out of the room (have no memory) and woke up on my kitchen floor at which I panicked, I didn't inhale enough c02 to need the bariatric chamber. I have never expoerinced anything more mentallly, spiritually, painful. I was certain death was my only way out. I never knew anything about "loveboming" and charming personalitles. I knew somethign was wrong and in retrospect, many who end up with toxic people see so many red flags. But there is still a part of me that believes that me walking away from the disrespect was the wrong decision. i know it sounds awful, but the worst part of the aftermath syndrome (it is an actual thing..I had to find out on my own because i had no idea what was happening to me..I melted down totally) the dreams, obsession, ruminations, intrusive positive memories, fantasizing, self-blame, self-laothing. I can't even bear to share the details of what was said and done on our phone call when I got out of the hospital. My first time on psych ward. Holy shit! If I ever try to CBT again, I must succeed to aviod just THAT. Good God, those 4 days were fucking trauma in itself.
And after all of this. I still struggle with a deep seated belief that I missed me chance. I had never in my life ever exoerinced that level of happiness with another person. Part of that was due to my own deficits from a horrific childhood, and unahppy life, nut then match that with someone who is INTENTIONALLY MANUFACTURING on purpose getting you addicited to them with a bunch of crazy behavior that end the end I didn't want to endure, but I was already hooked. Pretty much if I had stayed or left the dmamge had been done and as I see it it wasn't a question of IF I would have tried to kill myself but WHEN.
I believe that many suicides are over this sort of thing. It just never gets out.
This is because it isn't until a person is out of the relationship/situation that you can tell what happened. It's called being in a "fog."
I am recovering, and a part of me doesn't like it. I don't want to go on without him. It's been almost a year. I never knew one could such self-hate.
I got diagnosed with PTSD. The panic attacks and social axniety, and inability to be in public have subsided. But dang. I really feel like a war vet coming home. I dont know how to -or even if i WANT TO re-integrate back in to real life again.
I know this sounds crazy, and I would have never seen this coming (I saw none of this coming actually) but I am trying to get back to that place of utter despair so i can have will to kill myself. Even in that darkness I had to coach myself and take a few sleeping pills and alcohol just to relax myself.
I feel like I have missed two chances: 1. to be with the love of my life 2. to die and be done with life.
He was my reason to live and die. I know it sounds so sad, and PATHETIC. But its my truth and I am posting here in this forum, because I am certian there may be a few here who have experinced wanting to die because a person is not in thier life. It such a TABOO subject that carries so much SHAME. i have trouble dealing with the shame, because I was supposed to be the "strong woman." You know, we live in a society that frowns upon dependancy of any kind, and while of course being an adult means being self-reliant. I have found that self-reliance, the whole "girl you sould not let a man determine your value, define you and validate you..." But this is who I am. And I was so ashamed of it, if fuled my suicide attempt. I can't believe this guy was indifferent to me. I can't believe I was so weak. I hate that I am the ultimate worst thing a woman can be: needy. And of course, everyone tells me to just change. I am trying religion, different therapy modlities, hynotherapy, to change my soul. The deepest inner working and beliefs.... But it's hard to find the MOTIVATION.
Im like, why should I do all this hard work of changing who I am at the core to become this resilient person if the one I wanted the most is already gone? I don't feel like I can help it that a relationship is here I feel that I am alive and thrive. call it co-dependant or all the lables out there.... Sorry I think Im ranting now..
Anyway, just wanting to hear if any narc/pathological relationship survivors are in here....... Many try suicide and complete. The aftermath program I am currently in, the therpaist say the trauma is the worst she has ever seen. I have to agree. When I was paralized with pain. I said I want to be normal again. Now that I am starting to feel bits of normalcy creeping in, I feel like I will forever be incomplete without him. And if that is so, he wins. I would rather die. I know it sounds so crazy, but doesn't the reasoning of most of us who are wrestling with wanting to live or die?
And after all of this. I still struggle with a deep seated belief that I missed me chance. I had never in my life ever exoerinced that level of happiness with another person. Part of that was due to my own deficits from a horrific childhood, and unahppy life, nut then match that with someone who is INTENTIONALLY MANUFACTURING on purpose getting you addicited to them with a bunch of crazy behavior that end the end I didn't want to endure, but I was already hooked. Pretty much if I had stayed or left the dmamge had been done and as I see it it wasn't a question of IF I would have tried to kill myself but WHEN.
I believe that many suicides are over this sort of thing. It just never gets out.
This is because it isn't until a person is out of the relationship/situation that you can tell what happened. It's called being in a "fog."
I am recovering, and a part of me doesn't like it. I don't want to go on without him. It's been almost a year. I never knew one could such self-hate.
I got diagnosed with PTSD. The panic attacks and social axniety, and inability to be in public have subsided. But dang. I really feel like a war vet coming home. I dont know how to -or even if i WANT TO re-integrate back in to real life again.
I know this sounds crazy, and I would have never seen this coming (I saw none of this coming actually) but I am trying to get back to that place of utter despair so i can have will to kill myself. Even in that darkness I had to coach myself and take a few sleeping pills and alcohol just to relax myself.
I feel like I have missed two chances: 1. to be with the love of my life 2. to die and be done with life.
He was my reason to live and die. I know it sounds so sad, and PATHETIC. But its my truth and I am posting here in this forum, because I am certian there may be a few here who have experinced wanting to die because a person is not in thier life. It such a TABOO subject that carries so much SHAME. i have trouble dealing with the shame, because I was supposed to be the "strong woman." You know, we live in a society that frowns upon dependancy of any kind, and while of course being an adult means being self-reliant. I have found that self-reliance, the whole "girl you sould not let a man determine your value, define you and validate you..." But this is who I am. And I was so ashamed of it, if fuled my suicide attempt. I can't believe this guy was indifferent to me. I can't believe I was so weak. I hate that I am the ultimate worst thing a woman can be: needy. And of course, everyone tells me to just change. I am trying religion, different therapy modlities, hynotherapy, to change my soul. The deepest inner working and beliefs.... But it's hard to find the MOTIVATION.
Im like, why should I do all this hard work of changing who I am at the core to become this resilient person if the one I wanted the most is already gone? I don't feel like I can help it that a relationship is here I feel that I am alive and thrive. call it co-dependant or all the lables out there.... Sorry I think Im ranting now..
Anyway, just wanting to hear if any narc/pathological relationship survivors are in here....... Many try suicide and complete. The aftermath program I am currently in, the therpaist say the trauma is the worst she has ever seen. I have to agree. When I was paralized with pain. I said I want to be normal again. Now that I am starting to feel bits of normalcy creeping in, I feel like I will forever be incomplete without him. And if that is so, he wins. I would rather die. I know it sounds so crazy, but doesn't the reasoning of most of us who are wrestling with wanting to live or die?