Stalker Story Temporarily Discontinued

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I thought I was ready to dive into this, I thought after 17 years and years of therapy I could tell this story. It has unexpectedly opened a door that is causing severe hypervigilance, nightmares, triggers and causing a CPTSD response I wasn’t anticipating.

I’m suspending my story until I can safely tell this story without mental and physical repercussions. I feel unsafe and wish someone would just hold me close and give me a safe feeling of security. My dog was that safe point for me, but since his death 2 weeks ago I’m a hot fucking mess.

I walk the house all night, eat through the night, have nightmares, flashing images of his face and events, migraines and feel tortured. I feel broken and unfixable.

I’ve tried refocusing, staying busy, medications, meditation, safe place comfort measures and it’s just lingering. So this story is on hold until I can safely reopen this can of smelly shit.

Will I ever be free of you John? You piece of dog shit! My soul belongs to God, not you. Feeling defeated.

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Pray harder

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During one of my PTSD relapses, I had a woman tell me that if I’d pray harder, then God would answer my prayer and heal me forever.
Let’s just take a moment and look at how much this pisses me off and in turn what I have found from God that does actually make sense and work for me.
I am a Christian woman married to a Pastor. I am not a perfect Christian and I am far from a good one. I do my best at what I know I can do and I don’t fake it. I don’t pretend and show my life to outside people that we’re some devout bible beating Christians. I’m an open book….in case you can’t tell. I’ve only hidden my identity on this blog to keep from getting some people upset and hurt. Most people mentioned in this would be really mad to have people know what their true character is, personally I don’t give a rats ass what people think of me now at this point in my life.
According to this woman, I am a poor example of a Christian because I don’t trust God enough. If I trusted Him more then I’d be cured. That my faith in God is tarnished and it shouldn’t be because my husband is a Pastor. You should pray more and harder and God will obey.
Here’s my rant to this woman’s absurdity:
1. God is NOT a genie in a bottle. He doesn’t work that way…if He did there’d be a lot of people getting what they prayed for.
2. Jesus Christ is my lord and savior and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I’ll be going to heaven when I die. I trust the word of the bible and I have faith in His grace & mercy.
3. Yes I’m married to a Pastor, what does that have anything to do with it?
4. God will obey me? Seriously lady? It’s my responsibility as God’s daughter to obey Him.
5. That finger you are pointing and shaking at me…please notice the 3 pointing back at you while you’re doing it.
6. Mind your own business. I didn’t ask for your help nor your opinion.
I have held onto my bible tightly and cried to God and begged for help.  I’ve reached out to a couple of women that struggle with different types of depression through the years, I’ve accumulated several passages and verses that have given me solace during these really rough times.
My prayer for you while reading this will give you some peace, something to hold onto when desperate, something to ponder and be thirsty for more. To know that Jesus loved us “broken” people. He didn’t hang out with the “Pharisees”, He hung out with us addicts, people with mental illness, SINNERS! Jesus loves US and died for US! God is not ashamed of us!  I am not a religious woman, I am a Child of God and there is a difference. I shame no one and I’m not better than anyone. I’m a simple woman with a not so simple disorder.
Here are the books, chapters and verses.

2 Corinthians 12:7-10

New International Version (NIV)

7 or because of these surpassingly great revelations. Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me.8 Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Deuteronomy 31:8 (NIV)

8 The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”

 

Psalm 34:18 (NIV)

18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted

   and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

 

Romans 15:13 (NIV)

13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

 

Psalm 143:3-12 (NIV)

3 The enemy pursues me,

   he crushes me to the ground;

he makes me dwell in the darkness

   like those long dead.

4 So my spirit grows faint within me;

   my heart within me is dismayed.

5 I remember the days of long ago;

   I meditate on all your works

   and consider what your hands have done.

6 I spread out my hands to you;

   I thirst for you like a parched land.

7 Answer me quickly, Lord;

   my spirit fails.

Do not hide your face from me

   or I will be like those who go down to the pit.

8 Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,

   for I have put my trust in you.

Show me the way I should go,

   for to you I entrust my life.

9 Rescue me from my enemies, Lord,

   for I hide myself in you.

10 Teach me to do your will,

   for you are my God;

may your good Spirit

   lead me on level ground.

11 For your name’s sake, Lord, preserve my life;

   in your righteousness, bring me out of trouble.

12 In your unfailing love, silence my enemies;

   destroy all my foes,

   for I am your servant.

Isaiah 43:13

Contemporary English Version (CEV)

13 I am God now and forever.

No one can snatch you from me

   or stand in my way.

 

 

Psalm 136 (NIV)

1 Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.

His love endures forever.

2 Give thanks to the God of gods.

His love endures forever.

3 Give thanks to the Lord of lords:

His love endures forever.

4 to him who alone does great wonders,

His love endures forever.

5 who by his understanding made the heavens,

His love endures forever.

6 who spread out the earth upon the waters,

His love endures forever.

7 who made the great lights—

His love endures forever.

8 the sun to govern the day,

His love endures forever.

9 the moon and stars to govern the night;

His love endures forever.

10 to him who struck down the firstborn of Egypt

His love endures forever.

11 and brought Israel out from among them

His love endures forever.

12 with a mighty hand and outstretched arm;

His love endures forever.

13 to him who divided the Red Sea[a] asunder

His love endures forever.

14 and brought Israel through the midst of it,

His love endures forever.

15 but swept Pharaoh and his army into the Red Sea;

His love endures forever.

16 to him who led his people through the wilderness;

His love endures forever.

17 to him who struck down great kings,

His love endures forever.

18 and killed mighty kings—

His love endures forever.

19 Sihon king of the Amorites

His love endures forever.

20 and Og king of Bashan—

His love endures forever.

21 and gave their land as an inheritance,

His love endures forever.

22 an inheritance to his servant Israel.

His love endures forever.

23 He remembered us in our low estate

His love endures forever.

24 and freed us from our enemies.

His love endures forever.

25 He gives food to every creature.

His love endures forever.

26 Give thanks to the God of heaven.

His love endures forever.

 

 

Psalm 139

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

1 You have searched me, Lord,

   and you know me.

2 You know when I sit and when I rise;

   you perceive my thoughts from afar.

3 You discern my going out and my lying down;

   you are familiar with all my ways.

4 Before a word is on my tongue

   you, Lord, know it completely.

5 You hem me in behind and before,

   and you lay your hand upon me.

6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

   too lofty for me to attain.

7 Where can I go from your Spirit?

   Where can I flee from your presence?

8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

   if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

   if I settle on the far side of the sea,

10 even there your hand will guide me,

   your right hand will hold me fast.

11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me

   and the light become night around me,”

12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;

   the night will shine like the day,

   for darkness is as light to you.

13 For you created my inmost being;

   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

   your works are wonderful,

   I know that full well.

15 My frame was not hidden from you

   when I was made in the secret place,

   when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;

   all the days ordained for me were written in your book

   before one of them came to be.

17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!

   How vast is the sum of them!

18 Were I to count them,

   they would outnumber the grains of sand—

   when I awake, I am still with you.

19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!

   Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!

20 They speak of you with evil intent;

   your adversaries misuse your name.

21 Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord,

   and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?

22 I have nothing but hatred for them;

   I count them my enemies.

23 Search me, God, and know my heart;

   test me and know my anxious thoughts.

24 See if there is any offensive way in me,

   and lead me in the way everlasting.

Joshua 1:9 (NIV)

9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

Psalm 91:1 (NIV)

1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High

   will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]

4 He will cover you with his feathers,

   and under his wings you will find refuge;

   his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)

5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart

   and lean not on your own understanding;

6 in all your ways submit to him,

   and he will make your paths straight.

2 Corinthians 4:8-10 (NIV)

8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 10 We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.

Philippians 4:6-7 (NIV)

6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Romans 12:12 (NIV)

12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.

Romans 8:32 (NIV)

32 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?

 

Lamentations 3:19-26 (NIV)

19 I remember my affliction and my wandering,

   the bitterness and the gall.

20 I well remember them,

   and my soul is downcast within me.

21 Yet this I call to mind

   and therefore I have hope:

22 Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,

   for his compassions never fail.

23 They are new every morning;

   great is your faithfulness.

24 I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;

   therefore I will wait for him.”

25 The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him,

   to the one who seeks him;

26 it is good to wait quietly

   for the salvation of the Lord.

My CPTSD Relapse Description

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A relapse is when a person experiences something that reminds them of the actual traumatic event. It could be something they see, hear, feel, smell, taste and/or dream. I’ve been triggered all six ways and my relapses seem to get worse and worse.
I recently realized that I can’t not get help when triggered. Finding someone who knows what in the hell they are doing when treating someone with CPTSD isn’t an easy task. I once had the same psychologist for 10 years and she is phenomenal. Recently she stopped seeing clients because she has been writing books and teaching on narcissism. I briefly saw 2 counselors that have experience with PTSD, but not equipped with the type of advanced training and treatment I needed. They weren’t effective and I felt lost. I then ended up with Kaiser insurance for 2 years….what a fucking nightmare! Kaiser’s behavioral health care is the worst system EVER! I was ignored, doped up, mistreated and pushed aside. I lived in emotional hell for 2 years and by the grace of God we got new insurance. Best insurance I’ve ever had and I immediately started searching for the perfect fit for me. I found a psychologist that has done more for me in 2 months than Kaiser would have ever done for me. She referred me to the BEST Psychiatrist office I’ve seen.
With this treatment she’s providing and my medication changes, I’ve had a 90 degree change for the better. But what did I look like before this transpired? A big pile of shut down blob of poop.
When I relapse my first response is to turn inward and shut down. I fret internally over and over again. I then become afraid to leave my home based on a number of reasons. I believe in my mind that one of many things may happen to me. The stalker may find me, I could get into a car accident and die leaving my baby motherless, there could be an Aurora Theater shooting type situation, I could have a heart attack or cancer and die, my baby could die…I could go on and on with these “what if” scenarios. Scenarios that I can’t turn off no matter what I do.
Then because I’ve isolated myself from the world I become severely depressed. This depression makes it difficult to just get up and go brush my teeth. It paralyzes me from even wanting to shower. I’ll sit on the couch, turn on my toddlers favorite movie, and let it play over and over all day while I just sit there.
I’ll do as minimal as I have to just to get by. Then after wasting the day away I feel raw shame for being the worst wife and mother to my family; which depresses me more. I then physically feel like molasses has been poured over me, rolled me in dirt and put out in the cold to harden. A full body suit of gross that fits me tightly yet hangs off of me like it’s too big. Then I walk around like the mafia put cement feet on me, like a dragging slug. I want to just sleep and stay in bed with the shades drawn and the covers over my head.
Can you picture this?
I then eat sweets all day, just to get my dopamine levels up a little. I’ll wake up at 2am and eat sweets because my levels were dropping off. I weighed 140 lbs when I gave birth to my son, 2 years later I’m 165. I’ve never been this weight my whole life. I weighed 130 lbs or less before I got pregnant, then the relapse hit with post partum depression. Having a history of PTSD, depression and anxiety increases your risk of PPD 10 fold.
Don’t ever tell a depressed person they should just force themselves to go out and sit in the sun, or go for a walk, to stop dwelling on the past, be happy they’re alive, eat better, go out with some friends, pick up the phone and just call people, take up a new hobby, take a long hot shower or soak in a tub, put some makeup on or my most recent…just look at your smiling son’s face that’ll make you happy.
Anyone within an arm’s length of me say anything like the above to me, is at risk of being throat punched. Or you’ll be cussed out so bad it’ll end the friendship.
Now add-on to the above depression description with a short temper, bursts of screaming anger, bouts of uncontrollable crying, irritability, loss of memory or words, zero affect, no sense of humor and unrealistic expectations of others.
This is what a full-blown CPTSD relapse looks like for me. Isn’t it pretty? Like lipstick on a pig.