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Originally Posted by Mrs. Mania
How crazy,I slept with a knife also. A big knife. It was when my PTSD was in full swing. I remember thinking nobody would ever hurt me again and I was willing to kill to prevent it. I was really sick at that time  |
Darn right, nobody will ever hurt you again.
It's possible I have some CPTSD traits stemming from the experience I referenced, but it also flared up when I was depressed, so I'm not entirely sure what's to blame. I never even realized that what I was doing was unusual. By day I went to work and lived as usual, but by night, I felt so frightened.
There were times I was deeply afraid to go into an empty room that I couldn't see into because I was scared I'd turn a corner and the stalker would be there. I still struggle with those fears and not just when I'm depressed. Again, bipolar or possible CPTSD, I don't know but it sucks.