I have been diagnosed with ptsd too. I do see someone. On and off. I find it difficult to be consistent with the therapy. Mostly because nothing helps, nothing feels better so it’s hard to be motivated to keep talking. Everything feels like immutable fact. He is dead. I am dead too. Just, breathing still.
it’s as though I was set on fire, and I am burning to death, but still going about my life while that happens. It is all consuming, all encompassing, inescapable torment.
I believe it does get better, but in the same way I believe they put a man on the moon. It is equally distant, disconnected, impossibly removed from my reality.
Like I said, at the moment I don’t actively plan to kill myself, I’m just very aware that could change so easily when DD isn’t home. I have a timeframe to become a different thing to what I am now. I hope I make it. I want to make it.
thank you for taking the time to share with me where you are. It helps x