My Story… My Life…
The Second Time My World Imploded into PTSD…
When I was 34, literally my entire world fell apart. I was so ill I couldn’t move and was in 24/7 agony from Fibromyalgia, and after 2 years of this illness and 10 years together, my partner snapped and she sent me home to live with my parents. Actually, she asked them to come and get me.
Just one random day. She stopped texting me. Then vanished. Never came home. I freaked the crap out. Turns out she went to her mums house. I had to track her down. And her step dad was a bitch to me on the phone.
Then she told me everything was done, we were done, and she wasn’t coming back until, I was packed up and ready to go.
My. World. Died. And. Ended. In. That. Moment.
She took the last remnants of things I had left — and I had already lost the career I loved and the data migration project I was just about to start. And destroyed them. Just one random day. Just like that.
It was nearly 4 years ago, this November it will be.
It was utterly sheer hell. I didn’t know if or how I was ever going to survive. I was delirious with agony and pain, screaming and blacking out from it every day, my parents were yelling at me, screaming at me, doing other bad things at me. I had several meltdowns per day. Everyday. The worst ever kinds. I used to come round to disaster and injuries I had no idea about constantly. It was horrendous…
It went on for years… I tried to OD twice. Was in an ambulance for it. It was a waking nightmare of exceptional proportions.
I don’t know how or why I am still here… But I am. And, frankly, I’m proud of myself for that.
And I survived long enough to get a very special person back in my life. And it’s in a better way this time too …. 🤔
So… I get it. I truly undoubtedly do.
And, also, that is how I know that others can survive this. Because I have, I do. We do. Cos we’re strong and kick ass and have to take far more than anyone could ever frikkin imagine. All. Day. Every. Day.