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Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.-Terry P
- Oct 19, 2019
- 97
I finally joined after lurking for awhile. I've been suicidal off and on since I was in my teens. I feel terrible about it, because some parts of my life had been semi good. I saw a story I could relate to and it gave me the courage to join.
I'm in my early 30s, since I was 18 I've been stalked at least 2 separate time. One by an ex that was cheating on me the entire relationship. The second time happened for 6 plus years and my soon to be ex husband may have been involved. I had a breakdown after my ex left and thought I was going to self immolate, but I gave up on that plan and sought help. It was nice to finally have my trauma recognized. Because the whole time everything was happening the police said there was nothing they could do. I had money go missing from accounts, I switched bank accounts multiple times. Got new phone numbers, moved, deleted and then restarted new media accounts. No matter what I did this person did it on and offline. My husband was not supportive during the stalking and I caught him cheating several times. He said I was "too depressed" and every time before I caught him, he would always accuse me.
When I did commit myself they found barbiturates in my system. At first they accused me of doing drugs (I don't judge people that do, trauma and life can be a mess) but I was insulted. I've worked in the medical field with access so it was kinda insulting tbh. My family called the place and gave them a piece if their mind, I was just diagnosed with depression their. I went to a dv shelter so I would not he found and be "safe". I did not have a good or experience that I felt safe their, and I was diagnosed with ptsd.
I wake up with nightmares, I wonder why would someone I'm supposed to trust and said these vows to hurt me so much? The messages and harassment started when him and I met. I don't understand, I'd like to think of myself as somewhat logical. And I try and put all the pieces together. There are other reasons from my childhood that are reasons why I want to ctb. This person new all my hurt and pain and proceeded to put me through so much more. And I don't understand why.
Sorry for the long introduction.
I'm in my early 30s, since I was 18 I've been stalked at least 2 separate time. One by an ex that was cheating on me the entire relationship. The second time happened for 6 plus years and my soon to be ex husband may have been involved. I had a breakdown after my ex left and thought I was going to self immolate, but I gave up on that plan and sought help. It was nice to finally have my trauma recognized. Because the whole time everything was happening the police said there was nothing they could do. I had money go missing from accounts, I switched bank accounts multiple times. Got new phone numbers, moved, deleted and then restarted new media accounts. No matter what I did this person did it on and offline. My husband was not supportive during the stalking and I caught him cheating several times. He said I was "too depressed" and every time before I caught him, he would always accuse me.
When I did commit myself they found barbiturates in my system. At first they accused me of doing drugs (I don't judge people that do, trauma and life can be a mess) but I was insulted. I've worked in the medical field with access so it was kinda insulting tbh. My family called the place and gave them a piece if their mind, I was just diagnosed with depression their. I went to a dv shelter so I would not he found and be "safe". I did not have a good or experience that I felt safe their, and I was diagnosed with ptsd.
I wake up with nightmares, I wonder why would someone I'm supposed to trust and said these vows to hurt me so much? The messages and harassment started when him and I met. I don't understand, I'd like to think of myself as somewhat logical. And I try and put all the pieces together. There are other reasons from my childhood that are reasons why I want to ctb. This person new all my hurt and pain and proceeded to put me through so much more. And I don't understand why.
Sorry for the long introduction.