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#1
TRIGGER WARNING:  CSA - NOTHING EXPLICIT BUT STILL GOOD TO BE AWARE!

Today seems a good day to start this journal. Mainly because there's probably nowhere else I can say this without being locked up!!! Maybe  ;)  ;)   

It's so strange. I really AM HEALING! I feel it happening but the journey itself is sooooo hard. Almost 2 months ago I discovered I have Structural Dissociation. I was never able to connect with my inner child but a few months ago it happened for the first time – only to realise I have inner children. Different ages trapped in time with their memories and the pain of those events. It makes perfect sense to me – it would have been way too much for any "one mind" to cope with. I've spent a lot of time over the years being angry or just simply despairing with my brain and all the flashbacks etc.... but now I'm in awe. And so appreciative of the ingenious way my brain adapted to help me survive – and even succeed to some extent – what was a horrific childhood. So I've started connecting with them.

Just over a year ago I started getting full flashbacks again – the virtual reality kind where it's like getting into a time capsule and you're there once again. With every microscopic visual detail appearing sooooo strongly. My therapist said that's a sign of dissociating at the time. Every bit of new knowledge and understanding like that also helps me. Not instantly but gradually. 2 weeks ago I went into a full emotional flashback of a particular event – one that's been in my nightmares my whole life and replaying most days for the last year. This time there was no visuals but the emotions were overwhelming. Pure terror! And physical pain throughout my body. This was the FIRST time that a) I really KNEW it was a flashback even while it was happening. I'm safe and knew that. And b) I stayed with the emotions so they could release. It was 2 days of pure * and in the end I had to schedule an emergency session with my therapist as I felt my mind was actually slipping away. But she is amazing and helped me realise I'm still ok – even that was just a feeling from the past. What would have happened at the time.

When I was 8 I endured a particularly vicious rape by my father. I haven't been able to talk about it for years. Not even with my therapist – it's like my throat is blocked. But I did write a poem about it 1½ years ago and now I realise that my nightmares stopped around then too – for the first time in my life ever!!!! But I shared my poem recently with a couple of people I trust – after asking their permission. That alone triggered me massively but it's also helped a lot. I no longer feel that I AM shame! I'm still full of it  ;D  but that's a definite improvement.

The last few days I really wasn't well. Lots of physical pain. And I was trying to connect with my 8-year old and failing. But I realised she's exhausted. Wiped out from reliving this event. And yesterday I felt the physical pains of the aftermath in my body. I was shaking with back pain but even more from the build-up of (what felt like) poisonous emotions just rushing around my system. And I felt so sick. I was stuck lying sideways on the sofa, unable to move and just wishing there was a way to release it from my body – and then the vomit came. I have chronic back pain anyway for 20+ years after a car accident and started using cannabis a few years ago for that. It is BY FAR the most effective painkiller I've ever used and I ditched all my opioids completely 2 years ago. But I've found cannabis to also be invaluable in helping me process everything. I use it wisely and I'm still amazed how it helps my brain to somehow help things fit into place. It was also the first way I was able to actually feel my emotions – at least to understand what they were, as opposed to just overwhelm and panic. I really believe it's such a strong medicine for the mind. At least for me, I wouldn't have been able to make the progress I have without cannabis. I needed it yesterday for the back pain and ultimately it has released so much more.

So today I'm going to rest again. I just cleaned up the mess and that's all that needed to be done. My 8-year old is still totally floored. And I'm feeling that too. So maybe today we will be able to connect  But lots of rest needed today for both of us.
#2
I sobbed the first time I heard this  :'(  I still play it often, particularly to self-soothe and there have even been moments when I actually felt "enough"!  https://youtu.be/kFQ7qiqm6WA?si=65lqRhN0RJStU7jU
#3
At the end of a very long day this poem kind of wrote itself...

TO MY FATHER
I'm exhausted and tired
My brain's TOTALLY fried
Despite all I have tried
You still live on inside

With your lies and deceit
They still play on repeat
But I will not be beat
I'm not going to retreat

From this war in my mind
And I think you will find
That I won't be defined
By what's past and behind

Though it's hard to endure
Hurts right into my core
I got through it before
And I know that for sure

I'm still here I survive
Despite you I'm alive
And one day I'll arrive
At a place where I'll thrive

I am now on my way
Took one more step today
Need some rest now and then
I'll do it over again

Cos I'm stronger than you
And although I feel blue
I will keep pushing through
Until I get rid of YOU
#4
I write a lot of poetry. Mainly because I still find it really hard to actually speak about some of the things I went through. One week ago I shared a very explicit/descriptive poem with a close friend as a way of sharing. I asked their permission first and did warn them about the nature of it and their response was very compassionate but I had a MASSIVE vulnerability hangover (as Brene Brown calls it! ;) ) For some reason, writing a poem helps me to work out my thoughts/feelings and this is what "came out" the day after I shared - just to give some context!


AFTERMATH
I'm scared! Actually PETRIFIED – is a more appropriate word!
I'm a grown woman now so that may seem quite absurd
But that eight-year-old child still lives on in me
And the fear is still overpowering – because she's trapped there, you see

The flashbacks are still coming – with such detail and clarity
And it's hard to stay present; it's like virtual reality
My brain FINALLY UNDERSTANDS that it's a memory – nothing more
Still the emotions overwhelm me, however much I implore

It was too dangerous to express them so they've remained trapped within
But I can't seem to release them; they feel completely "locked-in"
They've become so strong over time, like they've been amplified
And I'm "waiting for reprisals" and being told I have lied

I have the STRONGEST urge to lift up my arms in defence
There's no-one here to fight off so it doesn't make sense
Still I'm preparing for the slaps, the contempt and the blame
Is it any wonder I am so full of shame???

Maybe THAT FEAR just needs a way to release
The road feels so unstable on this pathway to peace
I UNDERSTAND it's a false fear and its time to find my voice
I must speak up for that child – because she NEVER had that choice

It's scary to "tell" and I know it's hard to hear
But it needs to come out so I'm over-riding this fear
If you read my story I beseech you – please be gentle and mild
These memories still belong to an eight-year-old child
#5
This is my poem about saying "goodbye" to death. Having battled with suicide most of my life it has not been easy to get to this point and I can honestly say now that I want to live. I cannot remember the last time I felt that. It's really hard at the moment dealing with emotions that have been buried for years but I know now that I will heal. The hardest times ARE behind me - it just doesn't "feel" that way right now.

I discovered a band called Citizen Soldier on one of the forum posts here the other day. Listening to their songs is the first time something or someone else has really captured my feelings and I find their music so powerful. The song "Give up to Ghosts" has been a real source of strength and courage for me. I encourage anyone who's struggling to listen to it.


A LIFE WITHOUT DEATH
Death introduced himself when I was a young child
When he offered his hand I was immediately beguiled
I'm certain most people could never understand
But things somehow felt easier with him holding my hand

I learned early in life I had no rights or control
And the abuse I endured ate away at my soul
I cried out for help but no-one heard my voice
So death came along and he offered me a choice

He walked quietly alongside me each day before school
He offered a way out when life was too cruel
We postponed it each day, saying there's always tomorrow
If I could no longer withstand my intense pain and sorrow

By the time I was an adult my abusers were dead
But their torments continued to replay in my head
So I built a new life and it took all of my time
And as long as I stayed busy it all seemed to be fine

For some years he was silent and I thought he had left
But he always re-appeared when I felt lost and bereft
I had packaged up my past and placed it on a high shelf
But it was futile to think I could outrun myself

Life's frequent challenges led me back to despair
And death continued to remind me that he always was there
My dependable ally, he was always steadfast
And as you do with old friends, we'd reminisce on the past

He reminded me of my shame and that I had no worth
A message that was instilled soon after my birth
I would try to turn away and not look at his face
But every time he appeared he took me back to that place

He visited me recently, offering the same trusted cure
It was incredibly hard to resist his sweet lure
I begged for relief but despite my pleading and crying
I could only receive his salvation by dying

Death's been my companion through all of these years
And saying goodbye has reduced me to tears
But he's no longer helpful and it's time to part ways
I know I'll meet him again at the end of my days

I'm sure this all sounds just crazy - let's not try to pretend!
But it's hard to say bye to such a long-standing friend
Death kept me alive and while that may seem askew
In my darkest of times, he helped me get through
#6
In the last 2 years I've found poetry to be very cathartic and the process itself often helps me to process things. I wrote this poem the other day to help make sense of where I am at the moment. I'm healing but it's hard and feeling a lot of emotional and physical pain right now  :'(

NOT WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED

These past few years I've been trying to cry
And on occasion a teardrop would fall from my eye
But those tears that were forced just brought sorrow and pain
They never gave me relief, much to my disdain

My emotions and feelings were not allowed as a child
I was only ever tolerated when I "played good" and smiled
So I built myself a strongbox that was locked deep inside
And all of my hurts were put there to reside

Life has many problems, we all know this for sure
And as my strongbox filled up I compressed the contents more
Like a suitcase that's completely full to the brim
I suppressed everything even further to squeeze more and more in

None of this was conscious, it was instinctive learning
Just a means of coping, so my world would keep turning
And when a car crash left me with severe chronic pain
I returned to this solution again and again

I persistently managed to make all my hurts numb
There was too much to do, I simply couldn't succumb
I experienced small outbursts in times of frustration
But they were quickly resolved with prescribed medication

You know life is demanding and we're constantly busy
There was simply NEVER time for me to be "in a tizzy"
I had responsibilities and needed to function
So I kept swallowing pills without any compunction

But there was wayyyy too much pressure for that box to sustain
Still, I kept pushing it closed, again and again
Until my brain and my body colluded FOR ME
To open my eyes to what I never could see

They've given me a breakdown; it's a true gift in disguise
And ONLY NOW, in THIS SPACE, do I finally realise
Emotions can become toxic if they are not felt
And we can only play the cards that we have been dealt

So now my feelings and emotions are running riot inside
They are screaming for release, they will no longer hide
And all those hurts, pains and grievances that I locked up for years
Are slowly finding release in my rivers of tears

The floodgates have opened and there's no need to try
My tears are flowing unabated and there's lots of supply
The sad truth is I've spent most my life, wishing I was dying
I never dreamt I'd find healing just simply by crying
#7
Hi to everyone here  :wave:

I discovered this forum a few days ago and I'm so grateful to join. I was re-reading Pete Walker's CPTSD last week and the section on joining communities has led to me here...

My subject title has a little dark humour (it's something that has always helped me cope a bit better  :bigwink: ) because I am currently experiencing a mental breakdown  :stars: Today in particular I'm feeling quite lost

I started getting overwhelming emotional flashbacks for the first time in years during covid. It really feels like I've been "on the edge" since then but "managing" somewhat. 2 months ago things came to a head. I left my home and my husband and my life has turned completely upside down but that is really just a bit of icing on the cake. It's the unresolved trauma that has really been sucking the life out of me and the circumstances are dramatic but I feel like everything has colluded to give me this opportunity to fully focus on healing properly for the first time in my life.

I actually had 2½ years of intensive psycho-therapy in my early 20's, but that was 30 years ago and I have discovered so much new information has become available since then. I never even heard of CPTSD until Amazon recommended Pete Walker's book – you know the "other customers bought this....." prompt. That helped me so much – it was like reading the story of my life in those pages.

So I apparently experienced an "Amygdala hijack" in August, which was actually my 4F response (as per Peter Walker's description). My best friend saved me in every possible way and I also have an amazing therapist now. I'm working through things and taking it one day at a time for now. I'm just so incredibly grateful that I wasn't hospitalized and that now I seem to be finding a plethora of tools and resources that I believe will help me to heal from the past once and for all. I've come to understand that I may never be "fixed" in the way I imagined but I think I can have a life worth living and find some peace. That's a good goal for now.

Reading some of these posts in the last few days has already been useful and encouraging. I appreciate having a place like this to connect and I hope I will also be a source of support and encouragement for others. I plan on checking in regularly but I'm still finding my feet at the moment