The start of my abuse and trauma.. honestly I say it starts when I was 6 but for what my dad said about my mom it started when I was born.
I've got a lot of trauma based mental illnesses and I too feel far too gone. Nothing works and the meds aren't helping. From family, friends, lovers, teachers, coworkers.. I've dealt with so much awfulness in my near 3 decades of being alive... it is hard to have hope things will get better when I've been through what I've already been through and no escape despite how hard I try.
I've got CPTSD as well as metric boatload of anxiety disorders, bipolar depression, autism, ADD, one or two dissociative disorders.. it's rough being locked in my head. I can't keep all my diagnoses and medications straight because I have so many.
I know this feeling well. And my mind is so fragmented from everything I ended up with alters, with one of them being a small boy. He wants nothing more to be loved, held, and taken care of... the three things I never got as a child.
I've accepted that at this point the only way I can escape is to cash in my free bus ticket voucher and head home.