amisick
10-04-2008, 12:24 AM
Hi,
I'm a 22 year old Asian girl. About a year ago, I got involved in a accident at sea in Thailand. I nearly drowned in that incident. It happened when my boyfriend and I were just splashing around in the waves, when we decided to try body surfing. Initially it was all good and fun, until the tide started to rise. Only that we were oblivious to the rising tide, there was no way we can know. My boyfriend sensed something amiss when the waves became really strong and both of us were pulled under for a tad longer than before. (Oh my god... typing this out makes me feel nauseous) He started to holler for help while I was coughing as sea water got into my mouth.
He held my hand firmly, but the waves proved strong. Within the next rush, we were torn apart. When I surfaced, I saw him about 20 to 30 m ahead of him. I screamed out to him to help me. But before I could get the words out of my words, another wave overtook me. I started to feel panic and fear. I screamed and begged at him to not leave me behind in the sea to die. My insides turned into ice when I saw a surfer swim up to him and save him. I screamed till my throat went raw for him to turn back and get me, but he could not turn back.
I was all alone at sea for what seemed like a 10000000 years (Probably between 15 to 20 mins in real life) until a body surfer chanced upon my half dead self and swam me to a jet ski which brought me back to shore. Whilst out at sea, I immediately realised that I have to stop screaming to save myself. I began to conserve energy and watched the timing of the waves to prevent myself from drowning.
While I survived that incident, and nightmares and ill feelings stopped assaulting me non-stop about 1 week after it. I still feel slightly sick when I see imagery of the seas. Especially those post-card blue kind of seas, because that's EXACTLY how that damned sea looked when I was drowning in it.
Before the incident, I was a relatively independent girl who never really demanded or expected my boyfriend to spend excessive amounts of time with me and such. But looking back at the past year, I realised I've become increasingly demanding of my boyfriend. I feel stabs of ice cold fear when he has to leave me and head off to something. I feel murderous bursts of anger when he teases me and I can't squirm of out it. I feel horrifying disappointed when he can't meet me for dinner. I even get jealous of his new handphone because he SEEMS to pay more attention to it than me. I actually feel paralysing fears and panic when I have to work late alone in office and he cannot stay with me. I HATE BEING ALONE in general. I do mean HATE. Even like when we take the train home after work and his stop is before mine, I hate him for having to get off earlier than me, leaving me alone in the train. After the incident I constantly feel increasingly that I am a burden to him. That him having to spend time with him is a drain of his time and energy.
All of my vile emotions are straining my relationship. I feel, as usual, fearful and alone. And being perceived as a strong and unbreakable person in friends and family, I find it to reconcile with myself that I am now nothing much more than a broken, angry girl incapable of loving someone without hating him. If only I can tear out my bleeding and scared heart to get it healed... (Yes I sound like a BAD song lyric now...)
At the end of the day, I actually know it's not my boyfriend's fault that he had to leave me at sea because him turning back would have probably resulted in our deaths. But... subconsciously, I am unable to forgive? Or am I just plain evil?
Any words for me...? Please?
I'm a 22 year old Asian girl. About a year ago, I got involved in a accident at sea in Thailand. I nearly drowned in that incident. It happened when my boyfriend and I were just splashing around in the waves, when we decided to try body surfing. Initially it was all good and fun, until the tide started to rise. Only that we were oblivious to the rising tide, there was no way we can know. My boyfriend sensed something amiss when the waves became really strong and both of us were pulled under for a tad longer than before. (Oh my god... typing this out makes me feel nauseous) He started to holler for help while I was coughing as sea water got into my mouth.
He held my hand firmly, but the waves proved strong. Within the next rush, we were torn apart. When I surfaced, I saw him about 20 to 30 m ahead of him. I screamed out to him to help me. But before I could get the words out of my words, another wave overtook me. I started to feel panic and fear. I screamed and begged at him to not leave me behind in the sea to die. My insides turned into ice when I saw a surfer swim up to him and save him. I screamed till my throat went raw for him to turn back and get me, but he could not turn back.
I was all alone at sea for what seemed like a 10000000 years (Probably between 15 to 20 mins in real life) until a body surfer chanced upon my half dead self and swam me to a jet ski which brought me back to shore. Whilst out at sea, I immediately realised that I have to stop screaming to save myself. I began to conserve energy and watched the timing of the waves to prevent myself from drowning.
While I survived that incident, and nightmares and ill feelings stopped assaulting me non-stop about 1 week after it. I still feel slightly sick when I see imagery of the seas. Especially those post-card blue kind of seas, because that's EXACTLY how that damned sea looked when I was drowning in it.
Before the incident, I was a relatively independent girl who never really demanded or expected my boyfriend to spend excessive amounts of time with me and such. But looking back at the past year, I realised I've become increasingly demanding of my boyfriend. I feel stabs of ice cold fear when he has to leave me and head off to something. I feel murderous bursts of anger when he teases me and I can't squirm of out it. I feel horrifying disappointed when he can't meet me for dinner. I even get jealous of his new handphone because he SEEMS to pay more attention to it than me. I actually feel paralysing fears and panic when I have to work late alone in office and he cannot stay with me. I HATE BEING ALONE in general. I do mean HATE. Even like when we take the train home after work and his stop is before mine, I hate him for having to get off earlier than me, leaving me alone in the train. After the incident I constantly feel increasingly that I am a burden to him. That him having to spend time with him is a drain of his time and energy.
All of my vile emotions are straining my relationship. I feel, as usual, fearful and alone. And being perceived as a strong and unbreakable person in friends and family, I find it to reconcile with myself that I am now nothing much more than a broken, angry girl incapable of loving someone without hating him. If only I can tear out my bleeding and scared heart to get it healed... (Yes I sound like a BAD song lyric now...)
At the end of the day, I actually know it's not my boyfriend's fault that he had to leave me at sea because him turning back would have probably resulted in our deaths. But... subconsciously, I am unable to forgive? Or am I just plain evil?
Any words for me...? Please?