Update: I find it a lot harder to find compassion for myself in the present than in the past. I've been working on this very hard, documenting it in my diary... God this is hard stuff. Why is it I believe I am weak and undeserving and at the same time, know I am putting every ounce of my energy into healing and just getting through one more day?
Today I got further down into the deep dark pit than I've been in several weeks. Sobbing hopelessly, just wanting to give up because life hurts so damn much.
Forced myself to go out for a walk, crying and sniffling the whole way, hoping not to run into anyone. Just put one foot in front of the other. Sat looking over the river waiting for inspiration, but none came. Came home, took a second dose of clonazepam in one day, and had a chat with my angels and guides that I firmly believe are helping me through this mess. Asked them to take some of my pain away because it's just too much. When I ask that, they do, just enough so I can breathe and think. And I asked myself, what would I be feeling if I stopped believing I deserve to suffer? What would that be like? Could I believe that I am as innocent now as I was back then?
Innocent. All I have ever wanted is joyous, loving connection. I may not know how to get it, but that's always been my intent and the core of who I am. It's all I want now. There's just a huge amount of crap getting in the way.
Did I choose any of this? Did I choose the fact that I cannot work, that I am afraid even to go downtown, that it scares me out of my mind to approach and talk to most people, that my family are so toxic, that I have not been able to build a family of my own, that I have so many triggers, that I feel so hopeless? No, I chose none of this. I am working on it as hard as I can. So where is the shame? Somehow, feeling the pain of the situation in the present without hating myself for it is even harder than feeling compassion for myself in the past. My present really IS painful.
But I found one tiny glimmer. Got out of the bath still wondering how it would be if I didn't believe I deserved to suffer, and for one thing, I wouldn't believe I had to be alone with this. Picked up the phone and called a friend and invited her over for tea tomorrow.
It's a tiny, tiny glimmer. But I'm not giving up yet.