So in the space of two years all four of my grandparents died, one of which died in my own house in the room next to me, suffering horribly for a year whilst also bearing a deep resemblance to my own face. I also was in a terrible friendship group full of stupid unhealthy habits and drama for many years, whilst also being in an emotionally abusive relationship. I went to live with some people who I regarded as friends who were openly threatening, violent, volatile and loud - who made it clear they could be pushed to violence. And I recently received a letter from an ex long-term friend who proclaimed that they’d hated me for years and I went through the long petty process of untangling myself from them and their friends.
Now I am finally in a safe space and generally stable, I still find it hard to eat, sleep, approach people socially and have outbursts of emotion in public alone unprovoked (aka I started crying in the street today because I couldn’t afford street food and I was sad about my grandma who died a year or so ago). As a person who had a large and healthy libido I have completely lost it, I jump at loud noises and my mind is never too far away from the situations I went through when I am not occupied. I’ve experienced flashbacks with triggers and strong episodes of disassociation under great stress.
I think its fair to say I’ve been traumatised.</sub>
Its important for me to say that because I’ll often get frustrated because my anxiety should be mopped up by now and that coping techniques for people without these experiences often don’t work for me.
I have been traumatised, I went through a lot of shit, and I have been damaged emotionally. And that’s okay.
Its okay to be sad about my grandma a year after it happened, its okay to resent the person who sent me a grand letter of hatred and resentment, its okay to not sure how to feel about the emotional abuse, its okay to not be sure how small things like my ex friend’s abusive relationship and my shouty dad factor into things. Its understandable that I think about suicide a lot, less nowadays, but a lot.</sub>
Its okay to not be okay.
I am sorry I haven’t been on much these days and I am sorry if I am ratty, or sad or silent. I will be getting caught up with group responsibilities very soon, I promise. Communicating is very hard.