#lifewithptsd

[lizzemea]

[living0with0ptsd]

Living with PTSD.

Hmmm, where to start.

I’ve just thrown my partner of 5 years out because we had sex this morning. Now most people would think that was totally off the air, but it’s not really. It wasn’t even bad sex. But he’s been giving me imagined stink eye all day. And because I asked him to help me with something tomorrow and he didn’t react the way I expected, it turned into a big, “You can fuck me, but have no respect for me” thing. And now he’s sleeping in the car and I have to get up at 4.00am to get all the animals fed before I leave for work at 7.30am.

That’s it in a nut shell. But I’m the nut and my shell is not just cracked, it’s been absolutely smashed and when I finally got it glued back together 20 years later, there’s a couple of pieces in back to front and some pieces are missing all together.

Oooo, I just got invited to a hunting page by a NSW Senator...... but more on that later.

How do I feel about Chris leaving? Right at this moment, I’m good with it. Well Jemima is good with it. When she pits herself to bed, I’ll let you know how I feel.

One of the yummy side effected of extended sexual trauma is MPD - Multiple Personality Disorder. It’s fucking awesome! Not!

My family never know who’s going to walk through the door and it destroys relationships and friendships.

My late husband even had Jemima tattooed on his right forearm. A bitch spourned in hell with horns and bat wings and a penchant for leather corsets. She’s not a homisidal maniac. More an ice queen with an “I don’t give a fuck attitude” who is so self sufficient she doesn’t even need herself in her life half the time.

Then there’s me. Ex-nurse. Carer. Animal lover. Farmer. Loyal. Loving. Tough as nails, but with a gooey middle bit that breaks easy. That’s when Jemima jumps in to protect me.

There’s a couple of other minor bit parts. Some pommy east end girl, A Scottish girl, and some kid about 8 or 10. Right before I was abused for the first time.

It’s late. I need a shower, but my anxiety won’t let me undress. Even though I’m the only person in the house and have 3 dogs with me, I just don’t feel safe enough to be that vulnerable. It’s probably the hardest part of my illness. I feel the same way getting naked in my own house, that you would if you had to go shopping naked. I know it’s irrational to feel this way in my safe space and I can usually push through it, with music and closing and locking every window and door. Give me 5 minutes and I’ll revisit the shower thing and see if I can do it.

Now. Chris. What to do. Who fucking knows. He’s been annoying me for a week. We’ve been picking at each other and snarling at each other and I guess I’ve finally had enough. I guess he has too. The bad thing is, we have 2 business that we run together and I can’t run either of them without him. So here’s how I fight routine goes.

We fight. He walks out even though I’ve asked him not to a hundred times because it triggers my PTSD because it’s what my first husband used to do to manipulate me. Then I ring him and we fight some more. He usually hangs up on me a dozen times and I ring him back and eventually we agree that we were both wrong and he comes home.

Tonight however, I haven’t rung him. I have announced to the world on Facebook that he’s left and I haven’t even checked for replies. Do I want him to come back? Of course I do. But I’m not begging any more. I’m sick of not knowing if he’s here because I begged, or because he actually wanted to come home.

Physical side affects - my head is pounding. My hearing is super sensitive. I can hear the breathing of the dog laying 2 meters away from me on the bed. My heart is doing strange shit in my chest, it’s like there’s bubbles of air pumping through instead of blood, which is pretty normal for a panic attack. I have pins and needles in my fingers and toes, again from the heart thing and panic attack. I’m breathing shallow and fast.

Thoughts - these are my thoughts. I’m not actually thinking about anything stupid. I don’t want to harm myself or anyone else. I don’t want to pack my life up and move away. I’m actually looking forward to going back to work in the morning. Ok. There it is. The biggest indication I have a mental illness. I WANT TO GO TO WORK. Scary huh?

So I think I’m ready now to go have that shower.

[bmwtp]

Everytime somebody asks me what I want to eat...

[reidaboutsex]

#Repost @fierce_passions with @get_repost ・・・ Somewhere along my healing PTSD journey, during my trauma-focused therapy, I realized that pretty much all my little quirks are actually trauma coping mechanisms or trauma manifestations. I don't know why this realization made me so angry, but it did. I think I had invested quite a bit into my identity as a "quirky gal" as a way to make sense of (or maybe actually ignore) the way my trauma shaped & continues to shape me. So this was my snarky response to that realization. After all, #HumorHeals (regular disclaimer that "healing trauma" does *not* mean "curing" or "becoming the person you were before the traumatic incident(s)". It means reacting from *conscious choice* rather than letting your trauma control your behavior) #healingtrauma #lifewithptsd #healing #traumahumor #snarkyquotes https://www.instagram.com/p/B26xmzMBQpV/?igshid=13326yln2js8d

[thelostbrees]

Word of advice...

Don’t look for peace, sanity, or an escape in something that will break you down just as much as the trauma you went through did.

The high won’t last,

That drink won’t help,

& that person that keeps doing you wrong doesn’t deserve you

Face your demons

Before they become a permanent reflection of yourself

Right now your pain feels like it’ll last forever

I promise it won’t,

I can’t guarantee everything will be better

But becoming a addict won’t help you cope.

-wise words from an addict

[layingon-forestfloors]

My first vlog ever!! Hah I filmed it on the 24th of Feb. BTW.

[venusandthenativemoon-blog]

The view from below ~

[layingon-forestfloors]

Virgo horoscope for Dec 8 2015 You have been asking yourself big questions about some important aspect of your life. You are wondering how you landed where you did, and why a certain chain of events took place. Soon, Virgo, a lot of little pieces will begin to start falling into place. At first it may seem like things are falling apart, but in reality they are actually falling together! If you remain alert and tuned in to what is going on around you, you will begin to see a pattern that can explain a lot for you, and that could become a blueprint for your future path. --

[layingon-forestfloors]

too tired for words.