it seems like you carry some kind of survivors guilt. compulsive thoughts are very normal and do not mean you are sick or diseased, yourejust a product of your situation . dont be so hard on yourself for the way your inner monolog works.YOU are not your thoughts, simply the observer of them.
just because you become consumed with an aggressive or unforgivable intrusive thought doesnt mean it defines you in any kind of way
i carried a lot of shame for the wway i think until i really internalized this concept . if you havent acted out on any of these compulsions,you are 100% okay and 100% normal
id say the reason youre even having these thoughts is because you feel so much shame bc of them, once you break out of the guilt they wont be so jarring and affect you so much, after this they will just fade away
i recommend you look into obsessive compulsive disorder/intrusive thoughts from childhood trauma
Thank you. This is what I try telling myself all the time. It's just hard because I feel like I am messed up for even thinking these things. Sometimes I judge people too harshly. I kept a very detailed journal. I would make daily journal videos to help me keep track of my thoughts and feelings, and use them to learn and grow. My ex put spyware on my phone and he had to see all of that. All of my most private, intimate, worst thoughts and feelings, because these video clips were journals for myself. Things I never want to share with anyone. My paranoia, my dissociation, my mood swings, my anger, everything. I feel humiliated and disgusting. Outside of my journals, outside of my thoughts, the way I treat everyone is by treating them the best I can. But I feel like because he got to peer into my mind, now my thoughts do define me, because that's all he got to see. I treat others with love and kindness but now I feel like I am reduced to my disordered thinking and nothing more.
This morning,
I heard someone coming down the stairs.
I have been living in fear ever since I discovered the spyware. I keep fearing that at any moment, my ex will show up to kill me.
But this time was different.
I imagined my ex coming down the hallway. And I just sat here. I didn't move. I just looked. And in my imagination, he walked up to me. And I imagined he pointed a gun at my head. I said nothing. I just looked at him. And then he pulled the trigger.
It's because it is what I want now. I no longer fear death because I want to die.
I have been living with PTSD ever since what my ex did to me. Every time something feels slightly off, I am sent into panic. I feared my friend was in danger when she didn't answer right away. Every "off" email sends my heart into a flurry. I have had several full-blown panic attacks where I cried and screamed so hard, I sounded possessed.
Usually when I hear someone come downstairs unannounced, my first instinct was to hide until I confirmed it was a family member.
This time, I didn't. I just sat there. I waited. I watched. I was ready to die.