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bell,
I think I kinda get it. There is so much fear involved with this for me, I think. Experiencing emotions is really scary. Then actually expressing emotions is worse. I don't know... this has been my week (since Saturday)... made great progress on difficult PTSD stuff and had an odd moment of calm, where things made sense for a minute, where I could see the goal line, the light at the end of the tunnel. Then the fallout... calm shot straight to total depression and hitting the bottom of the pit. So, then I tried to reach out for help (totally out of my comfort zone, I usually just count on myself) and tried to explain just what I was going through... it was all emotional stuff, nothing I could explain on an intellectual level. And I reached out to friends and family for help because I was in a really bad place. And it was a total disaster. I mean... really, I screwed things up left and right, but it was because I was really, really low and needed help but was completely unable to explain what I was feeling or why I was feeling that way, even though on some level, I did know. (That's a confusing sentence... and totally expresses the confusion I felt, too).
It was finally the
seventh time I asked someone for help that anything good happened at all. So... I don't know... sometimes it's just good to realize that you're scared but that you're going to have to do it for yourself. That you may stumble, but that you're going to be able to pull yourself back up, too. I don't know what's right. I know that I went from bad day to really, really, horrible this past weekend (when I tried to reach out for help), to eventually feeling a little bit better Tuesday and Wednesday when the seventh time I reached out for help actually had a positive result. I don't know... would it have just been better if I kept it all to myself and counted on myself? I'm thinking maybe yes, maybe no. But no where is the grass really greener.
I know this isn't exactly the same or anything Bell, I'm not even sure if it makes sense? But, y'know, at least you'll know you're not the only one struggling, maybe that will help a little bit, I hope.
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Gah. No wonder we feel like no one will anyone understand... especially when we all feel like incredibly tall toddlers trying to do adult things *and* remain undetected!
This is why I like to hang out in my bedroom watching Tangled. Then I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not (y'know... a fully functioning, responsible adult who can handle everyday tasks like a normal person -- I am definitely not there yet).