So, I’ve been relatively quiet the past week or so..
Truth is, I’ve been struggling; I’m not coping.
I am so utterly depressed that it is paralysing. As dramatic as that sounds, I’ve never felt anything like it.
I literally cannot move.
I just have no energy or strength, even thinking about rising out of this sofa is debilitating.
I am so, uncontrollably sad.
I mentioned in a previous post that the police had contacted me concerning something that had happened 14 years ago to an old school friend, asking me to be a witness.
It’d seem that uncovered an array of trauma that I myself had experienced.
I may have mentioned before that I have completely blanked out my childhood and it was only a mere few years ago that I remembered a few poignant moments.
These moments seemed to involve me suffering emotional and mental abuse from my cocaine-addicted ‘Stepmum’ (she isn’t worthy of that title to be honest!)
Other than that, I don’t remember any significant moments; a few happy ones but huge bulks of my timeline are missing.
On the evening of contacting the police last week, I was laying in bed; overthinking, analysing, worrying..
& suddenly, event after event unfolded within my very mind of four circumstances of a twisted sexual nature.
I felt sick.
I felt ashamed.
I felt disgusted.
& in that moment as I lay trembling in my bed; I was in a blur, I was lost, I was afraid.
I woke my Mum and clung to her for my very life.
She asked what had happened & I gave a brief outline as I have in this post yet however much she questioned me on what the circumstances were I just couldn’t bring myself to say the words; they were there, they were ready. They needed to be free but I just couldn’t let them escape the boundaries of my mouth, my mind, my heart.
Ever since I have been in an absolute mess.
So, today I had an appointment with a psychiatrist who I had only seen once before as my usual doctor is on sick.. this stand-in is absolutely brilliant; I have never connected to anyone so quickly & for that reason I hope my normal doctor never gets better (joking – of course!!)
I sat down in front of him as someone who never cries anymore as I have no emotion left in me.
All he said was ‘you sat in front of me last time with a mask on, like you do every day in your life, acting like you’re coping – and you’re not coping – are you?’
That was it. The flood gates opened. I wept ‘I’m not coping!!’
Finally. Finally I can let someone see in to my soul. The real me.
Whilst I didn’t tell him what had happened, he assured me I had been made to do these things; it wasn’t my fault.
The worst thing though, is that I know this was only the crust of an extremely thick slice of bread.
The worst thing from all of the past week is what it has unfolded at the very back of my mind.
A box, full of dread and trauma.
Whilst I don’t know what happened to me as I can’t remember, I now feel it there. I know it’s there. I know there’s something that my mind is too traumatised by to uncover.
Jesus, that terrifies me.
He summed up how this explained the majority of my current circumstances, qualities and traits.
He mentioned PTSD numerous times & I sobbed how I wished I could remember.
He said ‘why?’
‘Would you want the young people you work with to forget the trauma they’ve been through if they could?’
‘It’s amazing you’ve turned out the way you have with everything you’ve experienced. The fact you’re at uni, volunteering, is remarkable. Even if you weren’t doing those things I would be amazed how well you’re doing, just by surviving.’
Ok, so, maybe I’m lucky.
In a bizarre, cruel way; maybe I’m one of the lucky ones.
Maybe I need to learn how to manage this suppression; how to survive.
For I have survived all these years.
To those have suffered trauma, abuse, heartache yet are still here; you are a survivor.
& to survive is the hardest part of living.
You are strong.
I am strong.
My psychiatrist is going to have someone get in contact with me by the end of the week so I can start therapy (again) & I am going to beat this.
I am going to win.
Love always,
An Impartial Soul xo