If you told me that you were struggling, that you weren't sleeping and you found yourself feeling panicky and afraid in situations that would not normally cause that response, I would encourage you to get help. I would tell you that there is nothing to be ashamed of, that mental health is just as important as physical health. I would tell you to be gentle with yourself. To give yourself room to work through these feelings and not get down on yourself for having them in the first place. I would tell you to talk as much as you need to if keeping these feelings inside and silencing yourself is too painful. I would tell you that you are not weak for needing help, you are strong for recognizing that you need help.
I would tell you these things because I believe them to be true.
But I am having a very difficult time believing these things about myself.
I was diagnosed with PTSD a couple weeks ago. I am seeing a psychologist. I feel like a whiner who needs to sack up and get over it because there are people who have it much rougher than I do. I am finding it really challenging to be empathetic to myself and it's ridiculous, I know it's ridiculous with my head but my heart is all "shut up, Hillary!" and my heart is always louder than my head.