If you are new to the blog When it Rains… is an autobiographical novel that I’m working on describing life with Depression/PTSD.
Excerpt from When it Rains...
Survival Guide (SG) Not manufactured pulp.
The SG may be used before any kind of outside help is available. Critics will call this an oversimplification and they are correct. But most of those assholes have never been in survival mode. The information within the SG has been stripped of all the extracurricular noise that can make mental health information complex, confusing or even contradictory to us suffering humans trying to be.
Survival mode for those who have never been goes something like this. Life has beaten the shit out of you to the extent that you feel like retreating into the fetal position. And by beaten, I mean trauma or a trigger to past trauma that has been experienced either mentally or physically and the event sends you off the deep end..
You feel like shit, look like shit, can’t think worth a shit, and just don’t give a shit. Your energy and motivation are gone, all responsibilities are shrugged off. You don’t care if anything gets done or not. You are not even going through the motions. You self-medicate, fail to fornicate, and don’t want to communicate. Your thoughts are, “fuck the world and everybody in it, fuck me and fuck you”. Ingesting nutrients (eating) is optional, unless you’re trying to find comfort in that process, then you usually go extreme the other way, and beat yourself up about it. You are simply not in the mood to take any more of the world’s shit… Suicidal thoughts are always knocking at the door when in survival mode, and you find that you want the company. You are in a bad place and don’t know how to get out. It’s for these reasons that the Survival Guide was written.
The SG will not tell you to think positive thoughts it could be worse, stop throwing a self-pity party, or stop acting like this because you just want attention. Survival mode people don’t want to hear any of that shit.
As previously stated, I’m not a doctor, nurse, or any other type of health care worker. I’m a long-term sufferer of Depression/C-PTSD and have survived somewhere between 4 to 8 lifetimes of shit. Because everybody is different results will vary. In other words, once you grab this life line it’s up to you to climb up.
If you don’t have the necessary resources either find them or improvise. Where there’s a will there’s a way. Mental illness will make you lazy and crazy. Don’t let it. As with all treatment/therapy you have to meet it half way. These thought tools were effective in saving my life and I hope they help to pull your ass out of the fire too. Each step is vitally important. Let’s go. …
If interested the rest of the survival guide is on Patreon