A full day with PTSD

Hi,

Yesterday was a real long day for me. I guess fora lot of people it can be seen as a normal day, but to me it was exhausting.
It started out with therapy, and afterwards I had an introduction at my volunteer work.

Therapy was rough. Wednesday always seems to get to me. I wanted to take it slow because I knew, I had to spread my energy up until 10 pm at least, because then I am able to go home (from the volunteers work).

Lately, I have been having good night’s rest. I do sleep well, no nightmares, but I don’t sleep long. I used to have a lot of trouble falling a sleep, I don’t anymore. But I wake up incredibly early, and then I can’t fall asleep anymore.
Creative therapy was quite ok, but I got tired after already.
Grouptherapy, was heavy. I got a laugh-kick with another group member, which maybe was me laughing away some tension, I don’t know.
Lunch –
Training in social kills was intense as well. A lot of practise and just took a lot of energy. (We practice with setting boundaries, and making sure other people can’t cross them, due to trauma in the past (it was boundary crossing) it’s hard to know where you boundaries are etc)

After that a individual talk with Brandon, but I already noticed my body was shocking sometimes. I don’t even know what that really means, I do know I’m full of tension. It’s really ridiculous and I am ashamed of it, but it just shocks. We cut the talk short.

When I was in the taxi on my way home, I already felt the whole day being too much. I was either about to cry (in the taxi, yup) or about to dissociate (felt myself floating away). I remember how a part of me was telling myself to keep focussing on the things around me but another part of me was so scared it was just petrified and didn’t want to move or even look or focus on the stuff around.
Somehow I managed the way home. With some encouragement of Justy I got into bed for a short time, with my security blanket, in total Brenda mode (crying, feeling unsafe), I crawled under the blankets, stuffed the security blanket against my mouth and kinda fell asleep.

My mum came to my house to take me to the volunteers work for the first time. When I woke up I felt a lot better, back to Brianna-mode. I was very scared of meeting the new people and stuff, but I knew I wanted to do this because it was a great opportunity.

Let’s just say it was intense. It started at 7 pm. I did my very best. I was smiling, introducing myself. Using my voice. Coming of normal (hopefully ๐Ÿ˜‰ ). But despite that, I felt a lot of derealization. I did feel myself, a bit weird though, but the whole environment was just a big haze. I kept on pushing myself through the whole evening, which was exhausting. Suddenly about 20 other people came. And again, smiling, introducing myself in front of the whole group. After that there was a sort of gathering for all the people and of course it’s normal to stay. Although I desperately wanted to go home, I did stay.

I stood with my back against the wall and watched the other people while fighting the derealization, suddenly a girl came up to me to introduce herself personally. Of course I had to take the chance again and focus with all my head on what she was saying, smiling, coming of normal. Another guy came… and they were playing tablefootbal, the girl asked me to join. I didn’t want to! But I knew… this was my chance, so I did. I joined (lost with another guy ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) but it was fun. After that, another girl came and introduced herself to me. Again a lot of focussing and to be honest I was ready to drop down on the floor.
It sounds intense, but this ‘all’ happened in 60 minutes, I asked the girl ‘when are we allowed to leave?’ (probably not very smart of me, but ok) she said ‘oh youre welcome to leave anytime you want!’ and I told her I had a long day, but I wanted to be here to meet everyone, but I thought it might be time for me to go home. Said goodbye to her and went. (10.40 pm)

When I got outside, it was raining. Didn’t care. I just walked in the rain. Which was lovely!!! No coat, the cold wind, the rain.. my mum picked me up from the bus station.

Just a full day with PTSD ๐Ÿ˜‰

xoxo
Brianna

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No.. just no!

Hello,

 

You know that moment when you wake up and you’re just like ‘no… just NO’. It was ridiculous!
Yesterday I had a very good day! Therapy was amazing, had so much fun with the girls, got to know them a lot better and had a good talk with Brandon. Talked about possible volunteer work, and I actually found multiple things I like!!!!
Went to bed happy.

But then I woke up today and felt like crying. I don’t know why? The only thing I wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep the day away. I called Polly and asked her if it was ok to cancel our appointment today. Told her what was going on, and I was really NOT in the mood to talk. Just leave me alone, crying in my bed. Well, she said it was ok, and if I wanted to reschedule for saturday I could call her. Then I went back to bed and woke up at 2 pm. Felt a little better. Woke up all sweaty though. Baby girl was very stanch. Practically sitting on my face.

Got out ย of bed at 3 pm and ate something. Listened to some music and now I’m on WordPress writing this. ( 5 pm)
I don’t even know what’s going on? I just felt SO terrible this morning without any reason. Such a good day yesterday, and then today.. BOOM. Crying, depressed, lonely.

Tomorrow will be a better day I guess.

There is not much on my mind, have been looking for some stuff on childhood trauma (actually looking for a book, which explains the treatment possibilities and stuff). But it’s really hard, well in Dutch it is.. I have one book called ‘Complex Trauma’ (Dutch book) and it was very helpful even though it’s meant for professionals, I understood it and it gave me more insights.
Maybe it’s not a good thing for me reading this, but I know me the best.. and I know my experiences, in therapy they don’t seem to want me to talk about them, so how can you ‘cure’ something of which you don’t know what the problem was.
I don’t think it’s as simple as ‘abuse’ > ‘A or B treatment’. I think it does depend on what kind of abuse and um especially how it made me feel and made me think. They don’t know that, so when I can find some tips on treatment or whatever, I would just really like to know. Dutch has my preference, but (easy! ๐Ÿ˜› ) English isn’t bad as well. So if anyone has some tips, please let me know!

Talk to Betty about this? Hell no. Monday I have this dissociation tests or something with her. So the next time I might be able to talk to her about it would be 11 november. Well uhm, if you want me to move forward like snail, yeah, I could wait. And when I talk to her on the 11th, she’ll probably tell me to stop focussing on the past.

Last time I spoke to her she didn’t realize that I’ve been self-harming for that long and how it made everything more clear about how difficult it is for me to stop. Well DUH, if you won’t let me talk about it, you can’t know.
Lol, getting really angry now. Not worth it.
So yeah, looking for books and of course I’d like to minimize the trigger-content, so not really something about someone’s experience and the details about the trauma. But more about the effects of it when you’re an adult and the (possible) treatments.

xoxo
Brianna