My website is http://www.geraldineclairetherapy.co.uk

I would love to collaborate with the CPTSD foundation.

Thanks to a good therapist I was able to take a step in distance and minimize the deepness of my sadness.

But I know this will ever be my underlying feeling: a desperately deep sadness and loneliness.

Completely understand.
What good are self-affirmations when they are coming from a source (me) that has little more than contempt for myself. I was taught that and wired that way.

It is a lifetime of agony when nobody cares, your foundation is quicksand, and you are yelling into the void.

My days of being empathetic to others, the way I was for YEARS (helping professions, always listening, etc) are now over.

Well written article.

I deal with this every day. I was doing really well for awhile then I sent a text to my father wishing him a happy father’s day. He informed me that if I was ready he’d be willing to talk to me. He’s the one who told me he needed a break from me during one of the worst times in my life. Instead of being there for me and helping me he told me that I was an adult and he couldn’t fix me that I needed to fix myself and get back to him when I was better then went to Hawaii with the rest of the family and told me I couldn’t go. When what I needed most was to be around family who loved me. My father has been abandoning me my whole life and I keep letting him back in to do it again and he does every time. The damage my parents did to me is so much that I don’t think I will ever be unbroken. I think I’m just one of those people who will never be loved. I had a bird who I loved more than anything. I used to have nightmares about something happening to her. I loved her more than life itself. I shared my life with her for 16 years. She was given the title of emotion support animal because she helped me. She was always there for me comforting me when I cried and making me laugh when I was sad. A vet killed her this year. My father said she was an animal and to get over it and wondered why I was still sad a month after she was gone. She was my whole world. I just think some people, like me, can’t ever be fixed. I’ll never be good enough or deserving of my father’s love. My mother was awful to me but I spent the last months of her life taking care of her because she was the only mother I had. After she died my sister turned the rest of the family against me telling them things that weren’t true. So, I have no family, by precious bird is gone and I cnt make myself be unbroken.