I have refraimed from visiting or posting on this site for a while now just because I have felt embarrassed about some of the things I have said on here and about my current thoughts and emotions. I am now 9 months out of what was an emotionally and physically abusive relationship. Still 9 months out of it, I have severe PTSD from the situation that I deal with daily. I have incredibly vivid flashbacks and memories of the situation. Followed by this, I am constantly plagued with horrible intrusive thoughts and because of this need to be constantly stimulated by some sort of noise (i.e. music, television, products etc.). I am easily triggered into tears in a matter of seconds by the simplest of things. I am scared to fall asleep sometimes in fear that I will dream of my ex. I have seen multiple therapists and psychologists to talk about this. I underwent EMDR therapy to help deal with the PTSD. I moved away and am back home now surrounded by friends and family. I have blocked my ex on all digital platforms and have not once tried to contact him. I have not viewed any of his social medias for at least 7 months. I wrote a letter that I never sent, just to get out all the things that I wanted to say to my ex. I hardly talk about him to others. I have no items in my possession that belong to my ex or that remind me of them. I have literally done everything I know of that has helped me get through a breakup in the past and then so much more on top of it. Don’t get me wrong, there has been at least some progress within these 9 months, but not enough to make living bearable. I have had good moments in these 9 months, but have not experienced one moment of real happiness or joy. The pain is constantly weighing me down. Despite all of this, and all of the abuse, I still miss my ex terribly. I have found a way to blame myself for everything instead.
I understand that time will truly be the only thing that will completely heal me, but it has been 9 months with not much relent. I want to be able to at least feel some happiness and ability to love and trust while I heal. I want to like to do the things I love again without feeling exhausted from the constant pain.
So I guess what I’m saying is, am I missing anything? Is there anyone who has been in a similar situation that has found some coping mechanisms that I have not listed?