I haven't been here since December, but once again, the only solace I can find is in here. So, today Dave and I decided that we can't do this by ourselves. I read my last post in here, and one of you very wise folks nailed Dave and I on the head. We were both trying to keep the other safe and in the long run have derailed ourselves. We were originally on meds after the suicide of his father. And therapy. I think we had that stigmatism about being on meds. We both went off them in what I consider a relatively short time.
But, last nite, as the flashbacks came out of no where, it dawned on me that the fatigue, the lack of focus, the constant aches and pains, and not wanting to do the very things that mean the most to me, I think we need some help. Dave and I talked just before he went to work tonite, and we are both going thru the same thing. I think I just feel so very helpless in this, and very weak. Logically, I know that we aren't weak. But the thought of having to take medication to get through each day, it makes me feel so weak. Last nite was a tough one. I made it through, but it made me think about the past two years and how we have slowly changed. It is like we have morphed into slugs. I can't get ONE thing started and finsihed, and then I get ****ed at myself. I swear, I can walk out of a room, and completely forget what the hell I was even in there for.
My work is being affected, my friendships, my own interests. It is truly exhausting, and I just want to curl up and stay that way. Dave told me tonite, he just can't get enough sleep, he has no desire to go out with his friends. It was even hard to ge thim to go to hockey this winter.
I asked him tonite, if he has forgiven his Dad yet. And he answered no. Then he asked me the same. I have tried. But then, I just get so angry. I know it wasn't his fault, it was the bi-polar. But damn, the fall out is almost more than we can take.
I don't have anywhere else to turn to ask these questions, and I hope you dont mind sharing with me. Are our symptoms similar to yours?? Is this a normal part, for lack of a better way of saying it, of PTSD? I know that our psychiatrist told us what to expect, but in all honesty, I don't think it really sank in. I worry so much for my Dave. He loves life and is such a huge kid. He tries very hard, but it is taking it's toll, and that scares me so much.
Any thoughts you have will as always, be appreciated. I know now that I am just rambling, but as I think I have said each time, the typing helps.
Thanks everyone.
But, last nite, as the flashbacks came out of no where, it dawned on me that the fatigue, the lack of focus, the constant aches and pains, and not wanting to do the very things that mean the most to me, I think we need some help. Dave and I talked just before he went to work tonite, and we are both going thru the same thing. I think I just feel so very helpless in this, and very weak. Logically, I know that we aren't weak. But the thought of having to take medication to get through each day, it makes me feel so weak. Last nite was a tough one. I made it through, but it made me think about the past two years and how we have slowly changed. It is like we have morphed into slugs. I can't get ONE thing started and finsihed, and then I get ****ed at myself. I swear, I can walk out of a room, and completely forget what the hell I was even in there for.
My work is being affected, my friendships, my own interests. It is truly exhausting, and I just want to curl up and stay that way. Dave told me tonite, he just can't get enough sleep, he has no desire to go out with his friends. It was even hard to ge thim to go to hockey this winter.
I asked him tonite, if he has forgiven his Dad yet. And he answered no. Then he asked me the same. I have tried. But then, I just get so angry. I know it wasn't his fault, it was the bi-polar. But damn, the fall out is almost more than we can take.
I don't have anywhere else to turn to ask these questions, and I hope you dont mind sharing with me. Are our symptoms similar to yours?? Is this a normal part, for lack of a better way of saying it, of PTSD? I know that our psychiatrist told us what to expect, but in all honesty, I don't think it really sank in. I worry so much for my Dave. He loves life and is such a huge kid. He tries very hard, but it is taking it's toll, and that scares me so much.
Any thoughts you have will as always, be appreciated. I know now that I am just rambling, but as I think I have said each time, the typing helps.
Thanks everyone.