*trigger warning*
The feeling of being alone has really started to creep under my skin over the past weeks.
This totaly crap of not sleeping at night is the instigator.
It is so cliche depression but it rocks in so meny different ways than depression for the singles.
Or maybe is is just me and my ptsd?
I have found myself being so hyper in a little river way when ever i enter a supermarket!!!! I then just brake down in tears because i see an old man fall over.... dont worry my partner and a nice young man managed to catch him before his head hit the floor.
The next moment i am crying and holding onto my partner in bed , and getting upset that they fall asleep when im wispering that i need them!!! it slike my voice is paralised...... like i cant speak up.
The same with in the supermarket.... i'm in my wheelchair and im pointing at things and clapping my hands and singing.... im 30 years old and getting excited about candy!!! My partner has to keep telling me to put my arms in because i'll hit myself!!!
It sounds funny, it feels so funny but inside i'm saying STOP STOP STOP"""" but i dont stop part of me is loving it but STOP..... you need to stop.... no? No.
Then i'm being sprung out of bed, like a 20 yr old with no physical problems (did i mention im in a wheel chair?"?") Its like s pring is under me and before i know it i am out of the room..... in the kitchen and in the living room....inside i see myself moving and doing and yet i then wake up!!
I wake up buti was already awake?!?!?! WTF is that about?
Yet i say i am alone -------- i'm alone in a stupid place full of me, lots of me in different stages of growing up. Even a bit of me that is older...... a mother.......
Sorry i am ranting or writing because when i write this i am talking to you. You? Who? I have no idea.
Maybe you dont care? MAYBE YOU THINK what A FU*KI*G NUTTER NO WONDER YOUR ALONE!!!
Well at least no one has told me that truth so far.
Thanks to those who have been so kind.