One of the most difficult aspects of my battle with Complex PTSD has been loneliness.
Throughout my childhood, loneliness was something that I always felt, even when surrounded by people who were supposed to love and care for me. I just didn’t feel connected. It was as if I were standing on the other side of a great chasm, able to see the other side but simply unable to cross over to safety and comfort. There were moments of fleeting attachment… like a hand reaching, touching… but unable to grasp.
The loneliness is still with me, my ironic companion. I know it is built upon a lack of ability to trust and an unconscious need to protect myself. When I read stories from others who have a similar background to mine, I feel that same sense of isolation in their lives.
During the course of my self therapy, I have…
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