Talking to a friend about PTSD and anxiety. That feeling that the other shoe is going to drop or the carpet is about to get yanked from beneath your feet is the worst. And the worry does you absolutely no good in most cases. We seem to live in a culture of worry. We seem to be fostering some level of PTSD. The news doesnt help. Some people are just drama queens or natural born worryworts. With PTSD its much worse. Fear is supposed to kick in to warn us of actual danger but when you have PTSD and or clinical anxiety things that arent actual danger are amplified. Your body fights even your most logical assessment of the situation. It FEELS real. For example, yes my gut is probably correct that things are unlikely to improve and that the smart thing to do is remove myself from the situation and look for a new place to rent but its not like the last place where I legitimately felt and it was borne out that my belongings and I were unsafe. So here I sit. I can hear the Jackass formerly known as Hades, downstairs laughing. Im hungry. I should go downstairs and get some food now. But my body is feeling dread. I am feeling trapped in my room. Afraid to come out. My higher brain says, its stupid. I pay rent here. No reason I should not go downstairs and make myself food. I know its possible there may be some strained communication or silence, but it is unlikely an argument will break out or a physical altercation would happen. It makes sense that I dont feel safe here, but I am not in immeadiate danger. This is what living with PTSD is like folks.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 02:04:07 +0000
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