I don’t really know what to say...
I don’t think this should be triggering, but I’m not very familiar with this kind of stuff, it’s the first time I’m sharing something like this, so maybe better to assume that it is.
My mind is so foggy. There has been a few months since the incident, but I feel like it is so far away. I feel the symptoms of the trauma, I cannot concentrate, talking to people is hard, I get really anxious about small things... but most of the time I don’t know why. I mean, logically I do, but I don’t feel it.
I heard today that you cannot laugh and be stressed at the same time, but whenever I laugh it starts up my nervous coughing again, so that can’t be true. It’s scary to think that laughing hurts me.
I realised that any time I meet up with one of my friends (it’s usually just me and one other friend having a conversation, and less and less the incident is brought up), I feel exhausted and emotionally drained for days afterwards. I’ve started avoiding it, because I can’t handle it. Sometimes I get good days when I feel almost normal, but then I see a friend and it sets me back weeks. And I know it’s bad, and I know it will only make it harder to get back to the world, but I can’t help avoiding people.
And also I can’t do my job (I’m doing a research project for a phd). I keep making excuses about not finishing things, but the truth is that I feel like I can’t do it. I get really anxious even when I have to send a small email, let alone focus on some science stuff. And this only makes me feel worse about myself. I should be getting better. I should be going back to my life. Why do I keep disappointing myself and everyone else?
Sometimes I really wish I could just move on with my life, do something new and fun. But this covid situation is making that almost impossible... or is that just an excuse?!
Well, that’s all that’s on my mind for the moment. I’m not even sure if this is the right place to share something like this...