JEKBreatheandBelieve
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I know the most important issue I have to figure out is my great problem with figuring out what is right and what is wrong. I can't make decisions especially ones that don't have a clear right or wrong or they might seem right for me but when viewed from someone else it would be wrong. Of course if you get really logical, these things don't actually have a right or a wrong.
Last night I had some alarming physical symptoms (either really strong psychosomatic ones or "real" ones). I freaked out so much I told my husband. We had a choice of trying to schedule an appointment with my regular doctor for next week or going to the ER. I had no idea what the "right" thing to do was. I hate the ER, but if there was something seriously wrong waiting for an appointment for next week seemed unwise. My husband ended up making the decision to bring me to the ER. I got so triggered by so many things there that I had to switch to my "get things done" part to leave the hospital and I am sure I was muttering about not liking people while she was in control as that's kind of what she does.
When I got home, I couldn't get to sleep because my little part was so upset by everything that had gone one. It didn't feel safe to go to bed. I sat up for an extra hour. I went to bed at 1 and I was supposed to get up at 5:30. I had restless dreams and nightmares. My son woke me up at 3:30 for a band-aid and at first I told him we'd fix it in the morning (it wasn't bleeding), but then I felt guilty and like I was a bad mom so I got up and got him a band-aid.
When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I decided not to go to the staff development meeting before school. I felt like that was a very wrong thing to do, but would hopefully allow me time to get together so I could go to school before the students got there. Before I even got out of bed, I started crying and crying and crying (crying is not always something that is easy so this was extreme for me). I wanted to stay home, but I know that there's nothing physically wrong with me so I ought to go to school. I know that the principal is encouraging me to come to school as much as possible. I know that the eyes of the community are watching my absences and I can't afford them to disapprove. I also knew that I was not in emotional shape to just plow through the day like I often can when I am emotionally upset.
I couldn't decide. I asked my friend. She said stay home. But she didn't have the authority I needed. I e-mailed my therapist who also told me it was okay to stay home. I tried to put in for a sub. I couldn't actually do it. I called my mom- big mistake- she told me to go to school, that was my job and my great students were waiting for me and that some days we feel like hiding but we can't. So I went to school.
That was a mistake. I was shaking and crying before the students got there and trying to pull myself together. I knew the only way that I could let myself go home was if I got permission from the principal. The secretary called her because she was out of the building. I tried to explain that I needed to go home but felt I couldn't because it would be wrong. She told me to stay. The secretary talked to her later and apparently my principal changed her mind. They got me a sub.
Now I am sitting at home. I am relieved to be at home. But I feel like everything I have done in the last 24 hours was wrong. I can't handle feeling like I am wrong. I also wish I could have made the decision to stay home earlier and not caused all the drama I did by trying to go to school. I just can't ever figure out what is right and what is wrong and I hate feeling so wrong. I just want to curl up and hide and never ever ever come out.
Last night I had some alarming physical symptoms (either really strong psychosomatic ones or "real" ones). I freaked out so much I told my husband. We had a choice of trying to schedule an appointment with my regular doctor for next week or going to the ER. I had no idea what the "right" thing to do was. I hate the ER, but if there was something seriously wrong waiting for an appointment for next week seemed unwise. My husband ended up making the decision to bring me to the ER. I got so triggered by so many things there that I had to switch to my "get things done" part to leave the hospital and I am sure I was muttering about not liking people while she was in control as that's kind of what she does.
When I got home, I couldn't get to sleep because my little part was so upset by everything that had gone one. It didn't feel safe to go to bed. I sat up for an extra hour. I went to bed at 1 and I was supposed to get up at 5:30. I had restless dreams and nightmares. My son woke me up at 3:30 for a band-aid and at first I told him we'd fix it in the morning (it wasn't bleeding), but then I felt guilty and like I was a bad mom so I got up and got him a band-aid.
When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I decided not to go to the staff development meeting before school. I felt like that was a very wrong thing to do, but would hopefully allow me time to get together so I could go to school before the students got there. Before I even got out of bed, I started crying and crying and crying (crying is not always something that is easy so this was extreme for me). I wanted to stay home, but I know that there's nothing physically wrong with me so I ought to go to school. I know that the principal is encouraging me to come to school as much as possible. I know that the eyes of the community are watching my absences and I can't afford them to disapprove. I also knew that I was not in emotional shape to just plow through the day like I often can when I am emotionally upset.
I couldn't decide. I asked my friend. She said stay home. But she didn't have the authority I needed. I e-mailed my therapist who also told me it was okay to stay home. I tried to put in for a sub. I couldn't actually do it. I called my mom- big mistake- she told me to go to school, that was my job and my great students were waiting for me and that some days we feel like hiding but we can't. So I went to school.
That was a mistake. I was shaking and crying before the students got there and trying to pull myself together. I knew the only way that I could let myself go home was if I got permission from the principal. The secretary called her because she was out of the building. I tried to explain that I needed to go home but felt I couldn't because it would be wrong. She told me to stay. The secretary talked to her later and apparently my principal changed her mind. They got me a sub.
Now I am sitting at home. I am relieved to be at home. But I feel like everything I have done in the last 24 hours was wrong. I can't handle feeling like I am wrong. I also wish I could have made the decision to stay home earlier and not caused all the drama I did by trying to go to school. I just can't ever figure out what is right and what is wrong and I hate feeling so wrong. I just want to curl up and hide and never ever ever come out.