My struggle with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
I've gotten to the point in my life where the negative emotional experiences I go through has brought on PTSD symptoms. For about two years now, I've been living with what I was calling PTSD symptoms but, I'm realizing now, the way a memory can take me back to the moment of emotional scarring to the point where I'm scared of the memory, that I pretty much have PTSD. Though it may not be as severe as soldiers may get. I am in fact living life hiding this from people. It's not something I can just come out and say, although I have tried with my brother but like everything else, it was temporarily acknowledged and overlooked/forgotten.
I am a strong person. I believe we all are. Empaths are built to endure and survive pain. All types of pain. I've been through enormous pain in my life, but no matter what it was, I managed to get through it. My last two serious emotional encounters traumatized me. The first thing that happened to me in November of 2011 traumatized me. I have never been traumatized by anything in my life. Things have affected me, but I always moved on from it somehow. That incident messed me up because I was never the same person again. I knew it was time for me to move on with my life which is when I made the decision to move to Oregon and although I have forgiven the person who emotionally traumatized me, it was the beginning of a new type of trauma in my life that is not so simply resolved.
My new experience in Oregon was fresh and something I needed in my life until living with my landlord from hell traumatized me again to the point where I had to move. I've been in my new place for two months now, but the memories of dealing with my former landlord are still fresh in my mind and even though I am beyond her, a simple memory takes me right back and it leaves me feeling scared and hurt like I'm reliving the experience. I dunno how this happened or if it's a test that God thinks I need to find a way to overcome, but it's another struggle in my life and it's debilitating me.
I love my new place and my roommate and I are great friends, but as a way of protecting myself from any future harm, I feel it's absolutely necessary to have a discussion with him about who I am and what I go through. One thing he told me the day i met him was he doesn't like for there to be tension between himself and someone else he is living with, and after my last domestic situation, I feel we have a certain relationship where it would be ok for me to discuss this part of my life with him simply because we live together and I don't ever want to go through something empath-related and I am just so alone and in need of an outstretched arm to help me through my crisis. I've been thinking of how I can tell him so many things about me that I keep secret. I've been thinking of what to say and how I am going to say it for almost a month now. The other day in his room, I was on the verge of telling him I had something to tell him but I was terrified. I feel this is necessary because I dunno if I can survive another experience where things blow up in my face and get so bad that the memories are causing PTSD within me.
This has been my struggle for the last two years now and I wanted to share it where I feel comfortable being who I am. I cannot share this with family as they have all shown me they aren't equipped to handle this kind of crisis. I don't have friends who are close to me and care that much. And Facebook, that's just a whole lotta real that I don't feel comfortable sharing with a majority of people I don't even talk to. No matter what I go through in life, I keep the realization in my mind that I am a survivor. I've been through various low points in my life and I've gotten through every single one of them and I know it will just take a while until I survive my current crisis.