to quote Tennessee Williams....
That's about how I feel. Right now. Like there is no way out for me. There never will be. There never will be a "healing" for me.
I know that right now I am in a dark place. And I don't know what to do about it.
I have been wavering the last few days, between total depression, and anxiety. My only reprieve seems to be getting triggered, and being angry.
And dealing with some physical problems.
I feel trapped. By everything. By my life. By the symptoms of my PTSD.
And yet, I also feel like I am a shell of the person I once was.
I can't even get myself to sit down at my art table, let alone even think about picking up a pencil and starting sketches for an art piece I've been wanting to start.
It is frustrating.
And I feel trapped. Stuck. Lost. Broken.
I am depressed. Anxious. Angry.
And I am tired of this constant, internal struggle.
Instead, I feel like just giving in, and not trying to fight my way out of that burning house that I'm trapped in.