Posting here because I can’t sleep and I just feel so alone right now and I’ve been mulling over things over and over again, I can’t talk to anyone about this because my friends don’t know and my family treat this like it’s a dirty little secret. About 8 years ago I was sexually assaulted and it ruined my life for years. I did report it but despite me having serious enough injuries I needed A&E treatment the cps decided there was not enough evidence to take it forward and I just never got any closure. I tried to forget about it and denied that it had happened to an extent that I ended up severely depressed and with crippling anxiety. I needed up taking an overdose and it was a bit of a wake up call.
Went to my GP after I was discharged from hospital and eventually got diagnosed with PTSD and depression. I was on all different types of medication trying then we finally found one that worked and I’ve been on paroxetine ever since.
I was referred for CBT on the NHS and I self referred through rape crisis and did a couple of years of therapy and I managed to get myself in a really good place. It wasn’t my every waking thought and I wasn’t terrified all the time. I started to move on and I felt better than I had in so so long.
But recently I’ve been horrendously anxious, it just started overnight for no reason and since then Ive been having panic attacks, have been calling sick in to work because the dread is just too much, I’ve been having vivid nightmares of what happened, even down to details that I don’t remember remembering iyswim? New stuff on top of all the old things that used to torture me. It’s like it’s only just happened again, if I smell a certain aftershave it makes me physically sick. I haven’t been able to go out at night because I’m terrified I’m going to get hurt again. I am so so so sick of this and it just seems so unfair when I’ve tried so hard to put this behind me and I’ve worked so hard.
I went back to my GP who is so lovely and supportive and she suggested I potentially try another medication, and that she can refer me for more CBT or I can self refer as it might be quicker. I’m just so terrified I’m going to go back to the place I was in all those years ago but at the same time I’m furious that this is happening again. I just don’t know what to do. Why do I have to keep going through this hell while he’s probably living his life as of nothing ever happened. This is never really going to stop is it?? It’s just going to be better or worse shades of bearable.