** I was writing this when FJ"s comment came in and thought Id leave it as any words anywhere at this moment, whether they make much sense, is good **
I thought maybe I could try to expand...maybe that would help.
Of peeling the onion. Of what i will find there. Of what i will need to feel. Of the feelings. Of knowing what I will need to face down. Of failing and not being able to get through it. Of.... :tdown: .... Of....my mom dying... Not sure why i would fear that. Why? I havent spoken to her since i was 19, she hasnt changed and still believes fully in the cult...i should be happy they both will be gone. Why is fear there? Why would i be scared of her dying? Thats confusing...maybe misplaced?...but certinaly confusing.... :tdown:
Spoiler: Because I know you like stories
:D That's cute! And yes I do! Thank you for sharing that! That was very special! :hug:
For outside the spolier, i dont think it has much if anything to do with them pissing me off. I mean, certianly these people didnt do anything to me and their stress and issues are vaild to them. And i explode on my dad and step mom because someone is venting about something that, i guess at the time, seems very small to me...seems to be more to do with something up with me...but i guess thats the chasing the rabbit down the hole thing. Im certian i know what the rabbit is but the god damn hole is filled with spikes and razor wire and traps all over it...my mom dying being the rabbit in that senario. Best thing i could think to describe it.
Or the rabbit hole is flooded with acid. And not the fun trippy kind.
The spoiler i can completely identify with!
All pain is the same. The only difference is how long it lasts. Hers would last a lifetime, mine would last a moment, but it was the same pain. So, of course she would help me, like I -and many others- would help her. I need help for a moment, but it was the same pain, so how couldn't she?
Thats beautiful and a wonderful thing to say to yourself as it is truth. But i get that all pain is the same. Thats the thing, the confusing part where i get that but though i get that (and have never been this way before), i am so affected by something that someone posted and, at the time see something that makes me think "Suck it up, & FFS, STFU already. I have about zip, zero, nada tolerance for bullshit right now"...i then fly into a blind rage explosion because my dad asked me for a damn pen. Poor guy. But like WTF? Really? Ive been a bit irritated before but never this.
I dont have judgements at all there. Im not like 'you shouldnt be here' or 'stop posting that petty stuff'. Its more at certian times I think it strikes a cord...like two medications interacting at just the right time and then BOOM. I have the why, what i dont know is the what. What is it hitting thats making me explode like that? Or is it like JL said, my stress cup is super overflowing and i need to mange my stress? Whats confusing there is why is other people's stress my stress? Its never really been before, rather not like this.
Why would it add to my stress cup i guess is what im asking there.
Its all a big blob of a confusing mess.
@Sandstone i appologize if this struck a cord with you and im sorry if i added to the people your mind but just take a note, in all of my posts here, ive examined on whats up with me, not them, me. It may help to remember that everyone has stuff that they need to work on. This is one of mine currently thus why im trying to break it apart.