I realize I’m new here, and a trauma dump on my first day is as stressful to me as it likely is to everyone else. But I’m in a funk and just need to speak the hurt into the universe so that I might breathe ever so slightly easier.
Don’t worry though. I’ll keep it short.
I’m a child of trauma. An adult of PTSD, anxiety and bouts of depression. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis 5 years ago. So things have not been easy, but I’ve always tackled them. With a smile. And an ease that belies the difficulty, or so I’ve been told.
Today is my 43rd birthday. Most of my friends and my family wished me well and then moved on. And I’m devastated. I don’t know why. I’ve faced far harder things but this has thrown me. I’ve tried to be grateful for what I have, which is a blessed life and a beautiful family. But today my heart is breaking. And I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so alone. Again, ridiculous feelings considering the blessings I have and the hardships I’ve faced. But I can’t shake the emotion and seems to only grow stronger as the day progresses.
I’m sorry for such a sad introduction to myself. But I couldn’t sit and not give voice to the pain any longer.