Childhood... is recovery from a shitty childhood and trauma truly possible?
I... don’t know anymore. I think I’ll be like this forever which is a) super fun b) not how i thought my life was going to go by that’s fine c) scary d) help
so yeah um, can i please, i dont know if there is a cure
there is drugs, but, cure? No.
I sit in a therapist office and tell them about the issues I’m facing, then i go home and face them. And it makes things debilitatingly hard.
I’m tired and havfe a head ache so. I dont care rn
but seriously, I’m sick forever. Like I’m going to have ptsd forever.
And no one, can even seem to empathize. I’m not *entitled* to that but, it’s scary that no one gets it or understands what I’m talking about.
Not special snowflake syndrome, I’m talking about just anxiety and dissociation and suicide on a level thats scary
and basically mental illness sucks and
I’m too depressed to go to work tomorrow and want to throw in the towel
and i want to, take drugs because its the only thing that helps the above mentioned issues most immediately
talking to people helps but, only if they’re understanding and
lately ii have no one so thats fun
I’m also worn down because i haven’t slept in 48 hours and I’ve been “working very hard” For a while now and i had people stay at me house and they made a mess and i have to clean it up but
that’s beside the point um
i just..... i realize that these issues i thought would of been resolved by now are still persisting soooooo I’m soooooo like, feeling fatalistic about that but, hey.....
just being honest about what i feel about it. What i feel. Not what I’m going to do. Not what i think.
Just, expressing what i feel.
Please, spare your comments.