The last couple of months have been extremely difficult. stressed out about my job, meaning whether or not I am going to still have one. I'm still no closer to finding out either. Family issues - mom with her heart,(not that I really care about that), dad with Alzheimer's now, not really speaking to any of them or them to me. Flashbacks and body memories that have been driving me to the edge.
Trigger maybe*****
After sitting in front of a locked cabinet that holds a 38 special for many hours and days, I went to the doc for some anxiety pills. I did not tell anyone about this - not doc, not T, not partner, not anyone. I was afraid they would lock me up and I won't do that.
Anyway, the medicine seems to work a little, at least helps with alot of the physical symptoms I was having with the anxiety.
As for writing here I was feeling like a hypocrite because trying to give other people support and help them through was like saying it's ok for you but not for me because I don't believe it anymore and I'm just saying nice things to you without feeling it. I''m sorry. It isn't that I don't care for each and every one of you, I do, I was just afraid that you all would hate me for being so untrue to myself and to you. I love that you all give support and tremendous advice here. I guess I'm just feeling really alone in all this and I can't seem to let down enough to let people really in. Even this little bit is riving me crazy - - what are they going to think of me? Are they going to be mad? Do they think I'm nuts? Do they think I'm just stupid? Everything goes through my head and then I shut down. I guess that's where I've been in shut down mode.
Again, I'm sorry if I have offended anyone either by not writing to support you or by just being gone. I'm so sorry.
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