Trauma – PTSD

Question:

**Whoever reads this:   This is extremely hard for me to write.But form what I understand if you talk about your ngihtmares,they just might go away.probably just a kid thing..but in case… dont read it if you are squeamish. this is the scene that plays in front fo ym eyes every minute im awake. ~Crys*

I am sorry you are experiencing this and just for the record, I give a fuck. take care, Linda – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text –

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No I didnt mind the humour.. its pretty sick,huh?I had that dream back in novemberand only over the past few days..it has become all i think about. i do feel guilty about somethings…I mean.. who doesnt,right? its all that goes through my head these past few days.. and its scaring me.. maybe i should go see someone ~Crys* – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – wow… sounds like the perfect script for Scream 4.  I hope you don’t mind the humor. Seriously though, that’s pretty bad.  Do you feel guilty about something?  It sounds like a dream like this would result from feeling guilty about something. I don’t know. exquisite 59 lines of text: **Whoever reads this:   This is extremely hard for me to write.But form what I understand if you talk about your ngihtmares,they just might go away.probably just a kid thing..but in case… dont read it if you are squeamish. this is the scene that plays in front fo ym eyes every minute im awake. ~Crys* I walked out my apparment door,and tunred to the next door neighbor’s.The home of the man I had been sleeping with.The home of the married man I had been sleeping with.I heard yelling fomr inside and I went top the door to hear it closer,to see if my friend was in trouble.He was telling her that he wanted to be with me.That,through the affairs he had developped feeligns for me.The door flung open and she stood there,about 6 feet tall over my 5′6.As if she knew I was there.She pulled out a gun to me and said "You bitch,you homewrecker.Ill kill then Ill kill you."Her husband came up behind her and told me to run.I ran down to the elevator and frantically pushed the down button.I jumped in the moniute it got there and headed over to my grandmothers biulding.I ran up into her appartment and she sent me downstairs top the first floor to check the mail(she was on the third)and the minute I stepped out of her place,I saw bloodied body parts.arms,legs,heads everywhere,full of blood and skin still in tact like they had happend two minutes prior.Scared,I made my way down to the main floor,walking in a sea of body parts and blood.I got on the elevator and went to the main floor. As soon as the door opened,I saw my mother and father,hanged fomr the ceilling,and my brother and sister dead opn the floor.I screamed and saw a man commit a murder in front of me,someone I didnt know.He cut off her head,and with his hands,ripped off her arms and legs. He ran off.I turned the corner and walked toward the laundry room,the carpet was stained with blood,and I looked into the laundry room where I saw hearts,and other random organs all over the place.Faces that belonged to my close friends were mounted on the wall.Their bodies.I assume,were the ones on the floor.Above me a vent formt he ceilling popped open.a little girl hung upside down from the waist up by her spinal cord like she was sawed off by the waist and her spinal cord at her waist area was attched to a rope coming form inside the vent.Her eyes were open,and blood came running from her jaggedly cut open waistdown onto he face,and through her hair.I started screaming more and more,crying and screaming,scared and lost. Then,as I ran through the blood filled hallway..I heard screaming for me. "Crys….Crys help me!!!!"the voice screamed.I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the man holding Nick by the throat,placing a rope around his neck.He held the rope tight,and pulled out a knife.Nick looked at me,begging me to help him.And I didnt move.I couldnt help him. The man pressed the knife to Nick’s throat ,smiled and slashed it open.He laughed hysterically and left,having killed everyone that Ive ever loved or cared about.Nick feel to the floor,dead.I ran to him and picked him up,screaming and crying. PLease excuse the spellign mistakes.Im too scared to back over that right now. Now you know what its like inside of my head. ~Crys* truthseeker (Don’t forget to change header to seekertruth0 at mindspring.com if replying by email.)

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That part never happened…it was all in the dream. ~Crys* – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I walked out my apparment door,and tunred to the next door neighbor’s.The home of the man I had been sleeping with.The home of the married man I had been sleeping with. Is that part just a dream or did it really happen?? Sincerely Stewart — The Metaphor Man  *and*  The Great Defender of the Self (remove the SPAMBLOCK) Please send me an e-mail copy of your posted response.

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wow… sounds like the perfect script for Scream 4.  I hope you don’t mind the humor. Seriously though, that’s pretty bad.  Do you feel guilty about something?  It sounds like a dream like this would result from feeling guilty about something. I don’t know. exquisite 59 lines of text: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -**Whoever reads this:   This is extremely hard for me to write.But form what I understand if you talk about your ngihtmares,they just might go away.probably just a kid thing..but in case… dont read it if you are squeamish. this is the scene that plays in front fo ym eyes every minute im awake. ~Crys* I walked out my apparment door,and tunred to the next door neighbor’s.The home of the man I had been sleeping with.The home of the married man I had been sleeping with.I heard yelling fomr inside and I went top the door to hear it closer,to see if my friend was in trouble.He was telling her that he wanted to be with me.That,through the affairs he had developped feeligns for me.The door flung open and she stood there,about 6 feet tall over my 5′6.As if she knew I was there.She pulled out a gun to me and said "You bitch,you homewrecker.Ill kill then Ill kill you."Her husband came up behind her and told me to run.I ran down to the elevator and frantically pushed the down button.I jumped in the moniute it got there and headed over to my grandmothers biulding.I ran up into her appartment and she sent me downstairs top the first floor to check the mail(she was on the third)and the minute I stepped out of her place,I saw bloodied body parts.arms,legs,heads everywhere,full of blood and skin still in tact like they had happend two minutes prior.Scared,I made my way down to the main floor,walking in a sea of body parts and blood.I got on the elevator and went to the main floor. As soon as the door opened,I saw my mother and father,hanged fomr the ceilling,and my brother and sister dead opn the floor.I screamed and saw a man commit a murder in front of me,someone I didnt know.He cut off her head,and with his hands,ripped off her arms and legs. He ran off.I turned the corner and walked toward the laundry room,the carpet was stained with blood,and I looked into the laundry room where I saw hearts,and other random organs all over the place.Faces that belonged to my close friends were mounted on the wall.Their bodies.I assume,were the ones on the floor.Above me a vent formt he ceilling popped open.a little girl hung upside down from the waist up by her spinal cord like she was sawed off by the waist and her spinal cord at her waist area was attched to a rope coming form inside the vent.Her eyes were open,and blood came running from her jaggedly cut open waistdown onto he face,and through her hair.I started screaming more and more,crying and screaming,scared and lost. Then,as I ran through the blood filled hallway..I heard screaming for me. "Crys….Crys help me!!!!"the voice screamed.I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the man holding Nick by the throat,placing a rope around his neck.He held the rope tight,and pulled out a knife.Nick looked at me,begging me to help him.And I didnt move.I couldnt help him. The man pressed the knife to Nick’s throat ,smiled and slashed it open.He laughed hysterically and left,having killed everyone that Ive ever loved or cared about.Nick feel to the floor,dead.I ran to him and picked him up,screaming and crying. PLease excuse the spellign mistakes.Im too scared to back over that right now. Now you know what its like inside of my head. ~Crys*

truthseeker (Don’t forget to change header to seekertruth0 at mindspring.com if replying by email.)

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I walked out my apparment door,and tunred to the next door neighbor’s.The home of the man I had been sleeping with.The home of the married man I had been sleeping with.

Is that part just a dream or did it really happen?? Sincerely Stewart — The Metaphor Man  *and*  The Great Defender of the Self (remove the SPAMBLOCK) Please send me an e-mail copy of your posted response.

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i cant live like this. no more… im fed up of not making sense and my parents disregarding everythin I say.My mother wants me out and thats all. FUck this life. Maybe I will end up killing myself. I dont know anympre – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – **Whoever reads this:    This is extremely hard for me to write.But form what I understand if you talk about your ngihtmares,they just might go away.probably just a kid thing..but in case… dont read it if you are squeamish. this is the scene that plays in front fo ym eyes every minute im awake. ~Crys* Crys-the things you describe seeing don’t sound like a "kid thing" at all. They sound like a symptom of post traumatic stress disorder, which is a normal response to traumatic events. I make this guess because of your fear about what you see (you mention not being able to re-read to check spelling) more than the actual content, since plenty of people make horror movies or watch them and sleep just fine at night. Also I have similar mental images and similar fears about telling a doctor. It is true that the only reason you’d get hospitalized by force is if you are going to kill yourself or someone else. If you agree to not do it even though you feel bad and make an agreement with a doctor not to, they will respect that. From your other posts I gather that your family are not exactly helping you right now, so good luck and take good care of yourself in AZ.

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Thank you Kevin ~Crys* – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I give a fuck.  Sorry you have to have those horrible nightmares, Crys. -Kevin

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Judith~   Thank you for taking the time ot read my hiorrible thoguhts FYInick is my current fiance..i had this dream a little after we started dating in November ~Crys* – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – gruesome..Sometimes I think about horrid, gruesome stuff too. I remember having a nightmare kind of like what you described here, I had it when I was a teenager (I’m almost 41). In that dream, I walked through my parents’ house and found the dead, decapitated bodies of my brothers and sisters in every room; then in the kitchen, my family was having dinner as though nothing had happened. I think–I can’t really remember, it’s so long ago–but I think I tried to tell them about it, or scream, but I just couldn’t make any noise, or they couldn’t hear me or something. Anyway…I hope it made you feel better to write it. Judith **Whoever reads this:   This is extremely hard for me to write.But form what I understand if you talk about your ngihtmares,they just might go away.probably just a kid thing..but in case… dont read it if you are squeamish. this is the scene that plays in front fo ym eyes every minute im awake. ~Crys* snipped story PLease excuse the spellign mistakes.Im too scared to back over that right now. Now you know what its like inside of my head. ~Crys*

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**Whoever reads this:    This is extremely hard for me to write.But form what I understand if you talk about your ngihtmares,they just might go away.probably just a kid thing..but in case… dont read it if you are squeamish. this is the scene that plays in front fo ym eyes every minute im awake. ~Crys*

Crys-the things you describe seeing don’t sound like a "kid thing" at all. They sound like a symptom of post traumatic stress disorder, which is a normal response to traumatic events. I make this guess because of your fear about what you see (you mention not being able to re-read to check spelling) more than the actual content, since plenty of people make horror movies or watch them and sleep just fine at night. Also I have similar mental images and similar fears about telling a doctor. It is true that the only reason you’d get hospitalized by force is if you are going to kill yourself or someone else. If you agree to not do it even though you feel bad and make an agreement with a doctor not to, they will respect that. From your other posts I gather that your family are not exactly helping you right now, so good luck and take good care of yourself in AZ.

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**Whoever reads this:    This is extremely hard for me to write.But form what I understand if you talk about your ngihtmares,they just might go away.probably just a kid thing..but in case… dont read it if you are squeamish. this is the scene that plays in front fo ym eyes every minute im awake. ~Crys* I walked out my apparment door,and tunred to the next door neighbor’s.The home of the man I had been sleeping with.The home of the married man I had been sleeping with.I heard yelling fomr inside and I went top the door to hear it closer,to see if my friend was in trouble.He was telling her that he wanted to be with me.That,through the affairs he had developped feeligns for me.The door flung open and she stood there,about 6 feet tall over my 5′6.As if she knew I was there.She pulled out a gun to me and said "You bitch,you homewrecker.Ill kill then Ill kill you."Her husband came up behind her and told me to run.I ran down to the elevator and frantically pushed the down button.I jumped in the moniute it got there and headed over to my grandmothers biulding.I ran up into her appartment and she sent me downstairs top the first floor to check the mail(she was on the third)and the minute I stepped out of her place,I saw bloodied body parts.arms,legs,heads everywhere,full of blood and skin still in tact like they had happend two minutes prior.Scared,I made my way down to the main floor,walking in a sea of body parts and blood.I got on the elevator and went to the main floor. As soon as the door opened,I saw my mother and father,hanged fomr the ceilling,and my brother and sister dead opn the floor.I screamed and saw a man commit a murder in front of me,someone I didnt know.He cut off her head,and with his hands,ripped off her arms and legs. He ran off.I turned the corner and walked toward the laundry room,the carpet was stained with blood,and I looked into the laundry room where I saw hearts,and other random organs all over the place.Faces that belonged to my close friends were mounted on the wall.Their bodies.I assume,were the ones on the floor.Above me a vent formt he ceilling popped open.a little girl hung upside down from the waist up by her spinal cord like she was sawed off by the waist and her spinal cord at her waist area was attched to a rope coming form inside the vent.Her eyes were open,and blood came running from her jaggedly cut open waistdown onto he face,and through her hair.I started screaming more and more,crying and screaming,scared and lost. Then,as I ran through the blood filled hallway..I heard screaming for me. "Crys….Crys help me!!!!"the voice screamed.I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the man holding Nick by the throat,placing a rope around his neck.He held the rope tight,and pulled out a knife.Nick looked at me,begging me to help him.And I didnt move.I couldnt help him. The man pressed the knife to Nick’s throat ,smiled and slashed it open.He laughed hysterically and left,having killed everyone that Ive ever loved or cared about.Nick feel to the floor,dead.I ran to him and picked him up,screaming and crying. PLease excuse the spellign mistakes.Im too scared to back over that right now. Now you know what its like inside of my head. ~Crys*

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