Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder

In 2019 i fell in love with a covert narcissist the cycle of trauma abuse and manipulation continuted till 2024 I was trauma bonded and realised when it was too late .. I developed generalized anxiety disorder , I was unable to understand what was wrong with me ...till the time another nightmare was waiting for me in 2025 i was sexually harassed by a know family relative in my home , that left me with immense emotional and psychological trauma by repeated cycle of abuse , I developed C-ptsd , unable to move out of my bed for months with suicidal thoughts and self harm .. here I am beginning my journey of healing .. initially medications like escitalopram helped me stabilize my flare ups , .I started exercising ,my condition is improving so far although the flashback keep coming , I am learning to manage the triggers ,, ..not in the best ..but trying .I wish we all keep pushing ourselves , as there is always light at the end of the tunnel..❤️#GeneralizedAnxietyDisorder #CPTSD #MajorDepressiveDisorder #Trauma #Agoraphobia #MentalHealth #NarcissisticPersonalityDisorder

In 2019 i fell in love with a covert narcissist the cycle of trauma abuse and manipulation continuted till 2024 I was trauma bonded and realised when it was too late .. I developed generalized anxiety disorder , I was unable to understand what was wrong with me ...till the time another nightmare was waiting for me in 2025 i was sexually harassed by a know family relative in my home , that left me with immense emotional and psychological trauma by repeated cycle of abuse , I developed C-ptsd , unable to move out of my bed for months with suicidal thoughts and self harm .. here I am beginning my journey of healing .. initially medications like escitalopram helped me stabilize my flare ups , .I started exercising ,my condition is improving so far although the flashback keep coming , I am learning to manage the triggers ,, ..not in the best ..but trying .I wish we all keep pushing ourselves , as there is always light at the end of the tunnel..❤️#GeneralizedAnxietyDisorder #CPTSD #MajorDepressiveDisorder #Trauma #Agoraphobia #MentalHealth #NarcissisticPersonalityDisorder

I was harrasment physically by two of my exs at my home place , I have severe depression since 2 years and anxiety triggered by certain places inside my home where we had memories , it's a negative loop with no end , I feel stuck here ..as if there is no end to this pain I have started escitalopram 10 mg and it has helped me a bit to manage the pains digestive issues flare ups...

Has anyone been through a similar situation does it ever improves ..

@#Anxiety #Depression #CPTSD @

I was harrasment physically by two of my exs at my home place , I have severe depression since 2 years and anxiety triggered by certain places inside my home where we had memories , it's a negative loop with no end , I feel stuck here ..as if there is no end to this pain I have started escitalopram 10 mg and it has helped me a bit to manage the pains digestive issues flare ups...

Has anyone been through a similar situation does it ever improves ..

@#Anxiety #Depression #CPTSD @

I’ve been doing some counselling with someone really great, after a really bad previous experience of therapy. It’s coming to an end and I’m not feeling ready, it was a limited amount of sessions so it’s ending because that time is up and not because we’re in a good place to close things and I feel like there’s something wrong with me that I’m not managing this better. She knows I still need ongoing support and long term work but feels it’s not right for it to be with her and whilst I respect her decision it still just really bloody hurts for some reason! I feel like she’s the right person to help me and I’m scared that I’m losing that and I don’t have any hope for any future good experiences with other people.
I don’t know if writing this down will help, or if anyone will have any advice or words of support but I just want what I’m feeling to pass so I can keep my head held high and not fall apart because of this ending!
#ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #Anxiety #MentalHealth #Depression

Have you ever leapfrogged over your present self and wound up in the future?

It does feel like I'm living in a sci-fi series that hasn't been written yet; in a world where I pass between timelines as easily as through waterfalls; where mirrors are portals to communicate with distant selves, to reflect hope from a nearby future.

The current Now is my grounding magnet, my northern star, the center of the storm. It's the strongest anchor I have to myself; it's our "You Are Here" dot; it's the middle where all the Motley can meet.

I hadn't lost my grip on reality, I just had to wait until it came into focus, and when it did, I realized I don't have to squeeze so hard.

#DissociativeIdentityDisorder #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #MentalHealth

Sometimes there’s so much chaos, we have to hide away.
We lose connection with our selves, in an attempt to be okay
My darling, you’ve been through so much, but things are finally starting to change.
You’ve found a strength you didn’t know you had, though it feels unfamiliar and strange.
Things will never be ‘easy’.
That’s just not how life works.
I just hope you’ll always remember, you weren’t to blame for the abuse and all the hurt.
It’s ok to take things slowly.
You don’t need to earn rest.
Just keep taking each moment as it comes, and be proud that you’ve always done your best.
#ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #MentalHealth #Abuse

I woke with a heaviness I know all too well. It's been prominent for years; however, the intensity has dimmed over time. The longer I'm free, the easier it gets to maintain the grief of it all.

I'm realizing that nothing I remember was real. All lies, to forget the pain of their lies, suffocating, until the explosion of my shadows.

They came raging out in defiance, strangling me to undo the mask, sewn into my skin. I rage, I scream, I cry.

My eyes bleed with sorrow. My nails dig into my skin, trying to tear it off. Still in-tach, my cheeks now bleed with my eyes, the horror, what is happening?

How much did I forget? Why wouldn't I learn to fight back? Oh, that's right, my father physically hurts people, not people, my mother. So it wouldn't surprise me if I were hit in my younger years. He almost hit me when I was 17. It frightened me to my core, something I was all too familiar with.

Nothing was making sense anymore. What's worse is that over time, we moved past it. Like it was normal.

The longer you are away from your abuser, the more you learn the truth. The truth about the pain, the suffering, the sleepless nights, the physical tension, the anxiety - all of it.

And now all I think is, why didn't I see it before? Blaming myself yet again.

I am the victim. I am the survivor. I am a warrior ready to fight the battle for others.

Everything coming into focus, I see where my path is leading.

#MentalHealth #healingjourney #CPTSD

I woke with a heaviness I know all too well. It's been prominent for years; however, the intensity has dimmed over time. The longer I'm free, the easier it gets to maintain the grief of it all.

I'm realizing that nothing I remember was real. All lies, to forget the pain of their lies, suffocating, until the explosion of my shadows.

They came raging out in defiance, strangling me to undo the mask, sewn into my skin. I rage, I scream, I cry.

My eyes bleed with sorrow. My nails dig into my skin, trying to tear it off. Still in-tach, my cheeks now bleed with my eyes, the horror, what is happening?

How much did I forget? Why wouldn't I learn to fight back? Oh, that's right, my father physically hurts people, not people, my mother. So it wouldn't surprise me if I were hit in my younger years. He almost hit me when I was 17. It frightened me to my core, something I was all too familiar with.

Nothing was making sense anymore. What's worse is that over time, we moved past it. Like it was normal.

The longer you are away from your abuser, the more you learn the truth. The truth about the pain, the suffering, the sleepless nights, the physical tension, the anxiety - all of it.

And now all I think is, why didn't I see it before? Blaming myself yet again.

I am the victim. I am the survivor. I am a warrior ready to fight the battle for others.

Everything coming into focus, I see where my path is leading.

#MentalHealth #healingjourney #CPTSD