I know I am at a low spot and will likely pull out of it. It doesn’t seem like it is going to be as quick as usual.
Today I had a PT appointment for my struggling body, and I had set the rest of the day aside to work on school work for a new program I am doing.
I ended up doing ZERO school work, and mostly just stared out the window most of the day.
I argued with my internal selves about how we promised we weren’t going to live out the rest of our days in this dissociated state of being. Yet, the day went by into the dark hole of nothingness that is so familiar to us.
I think on some level we believe this is the fate we deserve, or maybe this is the only fate possible.
We try to stay connected to the people and things we have in our lives, but honestly, outside my children, I really don’t manage this very well.
I am always puzzled by people who describe themselves as lonely. I never feel lonely, and in fact I think I really prefer to be alone most of the time.
Sometimes when I am walking down a street in my small city, I catch myself or another insider fantasizing about living alone in one of the local apartments instead of the nice loving home I currently reside in.
I do love spending time with my children, and sometimes with other adults, but I often return to my familiar place of staying in my head and living in my own world without the complications of the rest of the world.
I know this week I was delivered a blow to my identity when my subconscious decided to let go of some new and disturbing memories. I am trying not to think about these new memories as it creates a crushing blow to my spiritual being.
Yet, my mind is wandering in and out of madness, hysteria, and depression. I can’t ignore it, but not sure what to do with this new information.
I suppose I am to integrate the memory into me as part of me and my life experience. That sucks, so that hasn’t been on my agenda.
I refuse to embrace it, so it sits there with me everyday waiting on me to see what I am going to do.
I have no answers. Life has become challenging for me again. I can’t let the memories and bad dreams take my life from me, yet I am paralyzed to do anything else.
I am so angry at my family for doing this to me. What shitty, sick people they are. Yet, when they need me to pretend like everything is normal, I am right there for them.
I have to sit with this and not act on the feelings and suggestions from my other parts. It is really hard not to self-harm or die this week.
I have somehow survived this long, it doesn’t make sense to give up now….