I’m not going to let that woman break me apart like she did on the phone that day.
I’ve gone through more than enough than to be broken down by a woman who didn’t even know me.
I experienced a different side to the council. A cruel, heartless, and bitter one. An organisation who judges at face value, who doesn’t like to help people. Who would rather watch them have PTSD attacks and call the police on them just for asking for safety, routine, and loneliness.
I don’t have to explain my choices to anyone. I don’t particularly want to go back into my dissociative PTSD attacks when I attend court next month but I have to somehow prove I’m struggling with mental health issues when they don’t even know the half of it.
I have multiple issues, I just used to take a more holistic approach rather than medication in the past and then seek help for my physical symptoms when I needed it.
They wouldn’t understand that. No one understands that. Ernest Hemingway always used to complain about his physical symptoms to doctors as part of his CPTSD. People would never understand us. I learned that from Hemingway.
Imagine surviving immense trauma in your life, and being forced to stay in an isolated room rather than be helped so you can rebuild your life. They pretty much took the young years of my life away from me.
I hope my social worker is nice. I don’t need any more negative people in my life to bring me down. ❤️
It’s amazing isn’t it? Both me and Hemingway were accused of being narcissistic for being self-reflective, when real narcissists? They don’t have the capacity to be self-reflective.
Apparently CPTSD is hard to prove. Well, you’re looking at a present day CPTSD woman.
This is the reality. 💕
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