I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown and I'm suffering from severe PTSD.
Poll - Total Votes: 3
Yes, I'm heading towards recovery from PTSD
No, I'm getting worse
You can only vote on one answer.
I recognise that I'm literally on the verge of a nervous breakdown while suffering from severe PTSD. I am trying to find help. I also realise that I must move away from my family and live far away.
The flashbacks I have from my trauma are having a hindrence on my ability to function on day to day life. I feel that my humiliation has deluded my way to live a normal day to day life.
My family has always gaslit me. They would ask me for help on their many problems, pretend to follow my advice, then at the last minute, they would do the complete opposite. Because I was gaslit my entire life, I always tried to be twice as helpful in the hopes that they would eventually appreciate me. Sadly, the gaslighting never stopped. Finally today, I screamed at my family to stop asking me for help since I feel they are killing me literally due to the fact that I would spend so much time researching and making an effort to help only to be told that they changed their mind and decided to do the opposite. When I asked my family for help, they would promise to help and even tell me that they would help me, yet they would actually not do anything simply because they felt it would be too complicated to do so. The most frightening aspect of asking for help from my family would be the fact that they would give detailed explanations on how they would help me and even strongly mention that they were helping me rather than admit that they didn't want to do anything. I feel awful for yelling at my family. Regardless of the way I was treated, I now recognize that it was wrong to yell.
I shall move away and avoid doing anything with my family anymore. It is the proper thing to do. I am in the wrong for yelling despite the way I was treated. I am causing a burden to my family by getting upset with them over how they behave. I now accept that my family members are very lazy people who prefer to lie or complain about situations while at the same time they don't really wish to make any effort to remedy a situation. I am being the unjust person in trying to change their character or argue with them. I screamed at my family out of fear because I am literally frightened of always wasting my time trying to help my family only for them to pretend to accept my help while actually rejecting my efforts.
I must keep my sanity by leaving. It's time to give up trying to have relations with my family. I fully recognise that my family will always think I am a person who has foolish ideas while at the same time, I'm the same person who they go to when they need errands to be done.
My PTSD has too much influence in my day to day life. I had a severe flashback from being stranded in a dark, unfamiliar city, with a dying battery cellphone, getting mugged by the only people I thought could help me, and lastly getting ridiculed by a sarcastic and racist policeman. All to find out that I wasn't able to reschedule my bus ticket even though I was told I could.
My mental health is damaged. I recognise that I must take drastic measures in reforming my life:
1) move away from family and build new life elsewhere.
2) be civil with family while avoiding anything to do with them. I fully recognise that I have always been assumed to be stupid by my family. No matter how hard I try, I will never be taken seriously.
3) if I am getting so upset that I scream., it means that I need to change my living environment.
4) i need to build coping skills when tragedies occur.
I know it was wrong for me to scream under any circumstances at my family. I also feel that they too are tired of arguing with me. Moving away will be the best for better or worse. I recognise that they will never take me seriously. I can only talk to them about superficial topics. My advice is unwanted during family crisis. My family is always asking me for help, but they don't take my efforts seriously. I decided that I'm wasting my time trying to help or protect them during emergencies. I run away from helping my family not out of cowardice. I run away from helping my family because I no longer feel they accept my help and I feel ridiculed when I watch them deliberately do the opposite of whatever I tried to do to help them.
By all means I need feedback from all readers. I need to know if I'm heading towards the correct direction in my recovery from my PTSD.
The flashbacks I have from my trauma are having a hindrence on my ability to function on day to day life. I feel that my humiliation has deluded my way to live a normal day to day life.
My family has always gaslit me. They would ask me for help on their many problems, pretend to follow my advice, then at the last minute, they would do the complete opposite. Because I was gaslit my entire life, I always tried to be twice as helpful in the hopes that they would eventually appreciate me. Sadly, the gaslighting never stopped. Finally today, I screamed at my family to stop asking me for help since I feel they are killing me literally due to the fact that I would spend so much time researching and making an effort to help only to be told that they changed their mind and decided to do the opposite. When I asked my family for help, they would promise to help and even tell me that they would help me, yet they would actually not do anything simply because they felt it would be too complicated to do so. The most frightening aspect of asking for help from my family would be the fact that they would give detailed explanations on how they would help me and even strongly mention that they were helping me rather than admit that they didn't want to do anything. I feel awful for yelling at my family. Regardless of the way I was treated, I now recognize that it was wrong to yell.
I shall move away and avoid doing anything with my family anymore. It is the proper thing to do. I am in the wrong for yelling despite the way I was treated. I am causing a burden to my family by getting upset with them over how they behave. I now accept that my family members are very lazy people who prefer to lie or complain about situations while at the same time they don't really wish to make any effort to remedy a situation. I am being the unjust person in trying to change their character or argue with them. I screamed at my family out of fear because I am literally frightened of always wasting my time trying to help my family only for them to pretend to accept my help while actually rejecting my efforts.
I must keep my sanity by leaving. It's time to give up trying to have relations with my family. I fully recognise that my family will always think I am a person who has foolish ideas while at the same time, I'm the same person who they go to when they need errands to be done.
My PTSD has too much influence in my day to day life. I had a severe flashback from being stranded in a dark, unfamiliar city, with a dying battery cellphone, getting mugged by the only people I thought could help me, and lastly getting ridiculed by a sarcastic and racist policeman. All to find out that I wasn't able to reschedule my bus ticket even though I was told I could.
My mental health is damaged. I recognise that I must take drastic measures in reforming my life:
1) move away from family and build new life elsewhere.
2) be civil with family while avoiding anything to do with them. I fully recognise that I have always been assumed to be stupid by my family. No matter how hard I try, I will never be taken seriously.
3) if I am getting so upset that I scream., it means that I need to change my living environment.
4) i need to build coping skills when tragedies occur.
I know it was wrong for me to scream under any circumstances at my family. I also feel that they too are tired of arguing with me. Moving away will be the best for better or worse. I recognise that they will never take me seriously. I can only talk to them about superficial topics. My advice is unwanted during family crisis. My family is always asking me for help, but they don't take my efforts seriously. I decided that I'm wasting my time trying to help or protect them during emergencies. I run away from helping my family not out of cowardice. I run away from helping my family because I no longer feel they accept my help and I feel ridiculed when I watch them deliberately do the opposite of whatever I tried to do to help them.
By all means I need feedback from all readers. I need to know if I'm heading towards the correct direction in my recovery from my PTSD.
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