This is a continuation from Part IIa.
Flashbacks and memories
The flashbacks are the absolute pits. There is no warning. There is seemingly no trigger, but there are also triggers. The lack of predictability increases or causes the anxiety, which in turn feeds the depression. The toll these unwanted intrusion, disruption and emotional destruction the flashbacks take on me is unable to be measured.
Flashbacks happen, anywhere, anytime. There are roads I cant drive down at night time, because if I do, I see the bodies of people I treated there, in those places. They are not real, but I see them as real so they are real for me. I know they are not real, but for a split second, I see a tangible, real body, and it causes a massive adrenergic response….and anxiety. The fact that they are not tangible doesn’t take away from how truly horrifying and terrifying it can be for me. There are streets I cant drive down in the day time, for the same reason.
I can be in the middle of talking to someone and it can be just a word or phrase, a tilt of the head, an infliction on a word, and it will stir up another memory or worse, a flashback. I can be texting or msg’ing someone, and a phrase they write will bring back a memory of a suicide note I read, and then Ill have a flashback of one of the to-many suicides I attended. I see trees, with certain shaped branches and see people hanging from them. The same with balconies, stairs, high set houses. Its so unpredictable and so damn uncontrollable.
I can see a street name, or a car with an RIP sign on the back, or a set of flowers and memorial on the side of the road, and again, flashback. I live in the area I worked as a paramedic for 13 years, so driving around this area stirs lots of memories and brings flashbacks. There are a lot of those memorials around our city, that are placed for the people I attended, but couldn’t help or save, or could help and save.
Sometimes, there can be no trigger. It just happens, without warning. These are the worst.
Insomnia
Insomnia is the absolute pits. This is so intrusive and limiting on lifestyle. I struggle to fall asleep, and sometimes I’m so irrational and scared (anxious) I cant go to sleep because I feel I might not wake up again, and then sometimes I think that that would actually not be a bad thing, for me and everyone else around me. I hate the ‘irrational’ side of things, given that I am a complete control freak (Gift from the RAN).
On a good day, I average 4 hours solid sleep and cope really well with it. But on a bad day, I manage to shut my eyes and fitfully drift, not asleep, not awake, aware but not alert. Its horrible. And then there are the nights where sleep just doesn’t happen. At all. The nights I cant sleep are annoying. I used to read, in the days when I could concentrate for longer than 10 minutes, but I cant concentrate long enough to read anything of depth now. Thats a real pisser also. One of my favourite things to do was to read, so having lost that ability has been quite devastating.
Everybody knows somebody – helpful links
So that’s just a small insight into the complex that is my PTSD. I haven’t touched on the emotional toll so much, or the toll on personal and interpersonal relationships, or my ‘quirks’, yet. But I will.
Everyone knows someone with Depression, Anxiety, Mental Illness and chances are it is a loved one. When dealing with them, (us), if we actually tell you we are having a ‘rough/not so good’ day, just be there. Don’t try and intrude into our heads. Don’t try and analyse what it is making things ‘rough’. Don’t try and fix it, because you cant. Don’t tell me ‘you should try…..; etc, because I wont be able to comprehend it anyway. And don’t ask me, the very next day, ‘how are you today? Are you better now?’ – because that’s not how this shit works. Just be there. You dont need to talk – you just need to be there.
Open Arms (Defence Members, past and present and their families)