i have been clear now for 22 years but i am still obsessed.
after going on and on about my experiences to friends and family i have finally realised that no one is interested.. they have won.
no one cares about my ptsd or my suicide attempts or my alcohosm.. i have no one to talk to about this but i really need to get the infection out of my system because it is killing me..
A good therapist can be invaluable. Get one that specializes in Compound PTSD and Cult Exiting. I have recently found my best therapist that helped me with issues 6 years ago. It is like peeling an onion, one layer at a time.
I actually was relieved when I found out it was PTSD instead of me just being fucking crazy. Address the cause, and the other issues may just go away.
Good luck,
JK
happy st. paddy's day.. that being said, life is a bag of shit.. so please give me some sort of positivity in this post.. i wish i could get it from whom i would like it from, but that is a bullshit dream.. life sucks then you die!.
jk.
Thanks, everyone! I am doing a bit better now. The emotional flashbacks can be hell, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
JK
today i learned something new about the roman calendar.. calends, nones, and ides.. education never ceases..
Et tu?
he loved her.
from the time she was a faded-denim-overall/flannel-shirted-wearing 3rd grader until she was a bell-bottomed-jeans/embroidered-dirndl-top/afro'd teenager.. when they graduated high school and went their separate, fortune-seeking ways, he loved her.. hundreds of miles apart, lonely and sad, each let their bucket down into the well of life and drank warily of its contents.
yet, he continued to love her.. forty years, two marriages apiece, kids and grandkids, he still loved her.. divorcing, retiring, selling out, cashing in a 401k, moving back down south - home!
I don't have SHIT
happy st. paddy's day.. that being said, life is a bag of shit.. so please give me some sort of positivity in this post.. i wish i could get it from whom i would like it from, but that is a bullshit dream.. life sucks then you die!.
jk.
Happy St. Paddy's day.
That being said, Life is a bag of shit.
So please give me some sort of positivity in this post.
I wish I could get it from whom I would like it from, but that is a bullshit dream.
Life sucks then you die!
JK
he loved her.
from the time she was a faded-denim-overall/flannel-shirted-wearing 3rd grader until she was a bell-bottomed-jeans/embroidered-dirndl-top/afro'd teenager.. when they graduated high school and went their separate, fortune-seeking ways, he loved her.. hundreds of miles apart, lonely and sad, each let their bucket down into the well of life and drank warily of its contents.
yet, he continued to love her.. forty years, two marriages apiece, kids and grandkids, he still loved her.. divorcing, retiring, selling out, cashing in a 401k, moving back down south - home!
But there is no hope, life is just a big butt fuck.
he loved her.
from the time she was a faded-denim-overall/flannel-shirted-wearing 3rd grader until she was a bell-bottomed-jeans/embroidered-dirndl-top/afro'd teenager.. when they graduated high school and went their separate, fortune-seeking ways, he loved her.. hundreds of miles apart, lonely and sad, each let their bucket down into the well of life and drank warily of its contents.
yet, he continued to love her.. forty years, two marriages apiece, kids and grandkids, he still loved her.. divorcing, retiring, selling out, cashing in a 401k, moving back down south - home!
Snow, I am so sorry.
JK
he loved her.
from the time she was a faded-denim-overall/flannel-shirted-wearing 3rd grader until she was a bell-bottomed-jeans/embroidered-dirndl-top/afro'd teenager.. when they graduated high school and went their separate, fortune-seeking ways, he loved her.. hundreds of miles apart, lonely and sad, each let their bucket down into the well of life and drank warily of its contents.
yet, he continued to love her.. forty years, two marriages apiece, kids and grandkids, he still loved her.. divorcing, retiring, selling out, cashing in a 401k, moving back down south - home!
I know that loneliness more than most. I wish I could say like the old days that it will get better. Life is fucked up!
they don't want you to donate blood because..... .....it might be within the erection of a homosexual act at any time.
watchtower tried to become the internet service provider of their members...... ......but their virus software kept deleting all but 144,000 select files.
what do you get when you cross a devil worshipper with a jehovah's witness?
In Rodney Dangerfield's voice:
I tell ya, I get no respect! The other day a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses came to my door, and they told me they weren't interested!
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And now Trump wants to emulate this turd with a parade of his own.
JK
