Diagnosed c-ptsd, bipolar, bpd, take the book flip through the pages and point at something and i'm sure a doctors tried putting that label on my files.
I was raised around hard drug use, extreme dv,psychological abuse, malnutrition, outright neglect, had a crippling liquor cns depressants addiction namely opiates and multiple cns depressants together i.e. handle of vodka with a bunch of opiates and barbiturates.
Did 15+ years trauma therapy. I recovered from most of it but I still don't trust people as a rule of thumb. I've seen too much to blindly hand people trust.
I've also had atleast 6 concussions and multiple critical heat/dehydration events. Atleast 3 of each of the above including loss of identity and consensus reality as well as having to relearn how to spell.
My clusters started about 3-4 years ago. I was going through some massive betrayals and I was exceptionally pissed off. I mean like.. do some crazy crap pissed off. I was driving and my blood was boiling when out of no where I had my first attack. It was like the rage itself had manifested the clusters.
I got past the stuff that had me so angry, made ammends but the clusters have haunted me since. I consider it gods gift. A persistent reminder that no one is allowed to piss me off like that unless I allow them too. I've survived much worse so why am I going to allow something to convince me that life isn't worth it when I've seen quite the contrary. I'm scared of death much more than i'm scared of misery.
This cycle I've decided to weaponize my clusters to my benefit. Everytime it pisses me off its time to train. Everytime it gets me feeling hopeless i'm going to do intense workouts. If I so much as even think about death its running until I can't catch my breath.
I've survived too much to let a headache to let me think life isn't worth it. On the contrary, I welcome the pain. Make me stronger. Make me harder to weaken. Its misery, theres days I dont want to be here about it, but thats my pain leaving the body. Thats my psychy cracking under load. It makes more sense for me to fortify than it does to lessen the load. That's not to say that I won't try to bust but if a car cracks a block of driveway you dont stop parking there you make the pad thicker.
I will train my brain to treat these headaches as a personal attack that must be met with extreme prejudice. Harden the defenses.
The diagnosis' are nothing more than labels trying to explain a history that is unexplainable. Those doctors did nothing but slap bandaids on the issues and teach me to be okay with the things that happened. I wish they would have made me angry towards the issues, taught me to harvest that pain and suffering for growth. None of what I endured is okay. It never was. None of those medications benefited me, all they did was allow me to stay weaker longer.
Si vis pacem parabellum.