On Sunday I had a traumatic experience. I was at a street festival and a drunk driver plowed through the barricades into the crowd. He hit four people, two of whom died, and another one was in critical condition for a while... she was the girlfriend of the first one to die.
I was right in the path of the car, which came to a stop 15 feet in front of me. When I heard the sound of the crash and turned around, there was a body flying at me... one of the victims lay dying pretty much at my feet and it was the most graphic, violent death I've ever witnessed.... I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say it could have been a scene in a Quentin Tarantino movie.
I've been dealing with what happened in a number of ways, including therapy, being with friends, going to a candlelight vigil for the victims, making donations toward funeral funds and spreading the words of the funds and fundraising events, working with the detectives as a witness, and putting on my lawyer hat and conveying as much legal info about the case as I can to the numerous people in the community mourning the victims, etc.
Emotionally, I think I'm ok... my therapist was almost hoping I'd have PTSD so she could add it to my diagnosis, allowing my insurance to start covering weekly visits for a change. But honestly, I don't feel THAT traumatized now that four days have passed. The first day I shook and cried a lot, the next day I went to work but was dazed, yesterday I slept 14 hours and today I almost feel "normal" again.
But I think I'm also afraid of letting myself fully feel it because I've done so good in therapy learning how to get more control over my emotions. I'm so confused about HOW to feel any more. My DBT therapist during my emergency session on Monday kept encouraging me to let out what I was feeling but oddly, my primary emotions are GUILT over feeling anything at all, when I didn't even know the ones who died, and I don't want to make everything about ME any more, I want to be less self-focused, and I think we should be focused on the real victims so it feels wrong to act like I'm a victim in this situation... and then I have the emotion of JEALOUSY/SURVIVOR'S GUILT b/c it really should have been me; the one who died in front of me prolly wasn't suicidal at all and I have been for months, so why did it have to be him instead of me who died??.... and then there's all this CONFUSION b/c I don't know what's a normal emotional reaction and what's BPD, and does *everything* count as normal during a traumatic event? I know, we're not supposed to judge our emotions like that, but I feel frozen because in trying to observe my feelings I don't even know what to call them any more... nothing makes sense... DBT is supposed to help me get through difficult stuff but instead I feel crazier than ever b/c I"m trying to wade through my reactions to this nightmare and describe and observe them and makes sense of them as I have been with my emotions generally for the past few months and nothing. makes. sense.
It just doesn't make sense, any of it. It's all about me, and it's not about me. Everything is normal, everything is DBT. I'm not supposed to judge my emotional reactions but my wise mind KNOWS I'm ###$ up.
This doesn't make any sense. Nothing makes sense. My therapist wants me to write down whatever thoughts/emotions pop up most frequently, and the most predominant emotions are all selfish, not about the horror of what I witnessed, but about ###$ up jealousy that I wasn't one of the people who died inches or feet from me.... and guilt for making it about me and not feeling something more human and compassionate and less me-focused toward the victims.
And I feel like my friends who know my diagnosis are watching me carefully to make sure I don't snap at any minute, so on top of everything else I'm trying to prove that, yes I may be a borderline person who just went through a gory horrendous traumatic event, but I'm not gonna snap, really I'm not.
And I won't.
But I kinda wish I could. I think maybe I need to just drive out to any empty field and scream profanities at the sky at the top of my lungs at the unfairness of it all. Anyone wanna join me?