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Thanks, I wonder sometimes if that's what's really going on. But as one of my friends who was abused with me said, There's the Past and the Present both colliding and it's harsh.
I can't tell what's the issue(s) rocking the boat so hard. Just that it's rocking and I can't get off.
Just had a drink and a smoke, felt better with my dog, and finally made myself presentable in order to walk Molly, the black lab. Molly chewed her harness. Okay. So I fix it. Then she runs off at the park and a mean/angry guy whose dog just got bit ($800 vet trip) starts a fight about my puppy dog with another guy. They start to threaten each other and a wife starts yelling.
All of my trauma occurred during a time period of years when there was nightly yelling and brawling at my house, so I tried to leave and my 5 yr old wanted to stay. Too late. On way home, I nearly crashed into the concrete. :(
Same as your kitchen floor. I didn't feel it coming. I had to sit down and then my dog took to barking. (When the alpha sits, the dog has to protect.) So I had to get up again and walk home. It's like I don't have anywhere to turn. I don't know if I could even do the job I'm looking at. I'm wondering if I'm truly disabled. Right now, I have informal accommodations in place, like I can work from home online if I need to when I'm having bad days. Some things I have to be there for, of course.
Life is just whooping my ass a bit too hard right now. I'm sure it'll be better soon, just trying not to let it worry me too much.
I can't tell what's the issue(s) rocking the boat so hard. Just that it's rocking and I can't get off.
Just had a drink and a smoke, felt better with my dog, and finally made myself presentable in order to walk Molly, the black lab. Molly chewed her harness. Okay. So I fix it. Then she runs off at the park and a mean/angry guy whose dog just got bit ($800 vet trip) starts a fight about my puppy dog with another guy. They start to threaten each other and a wife starts yelling.
All of my trauma occurred during a time period of years when there was nightly yelling and brawling at my house, so I tried to leave and my 5 yr old wanted to stay. Too late. On way home, I nearly crashed into the concrete. :(
Same as your kitchen floor. I didn't feel it coming. I had to sit down and then my dog took to barking. (When the alpha sits, the dog has to protect.) So I had to get up again and walk home. It's like I don't have anywhere to turn. I don't know if I could even do the job I'm looking at. I'm wondering if I'm truly disabled. Right now, I have informal accommodations in place, like I can work from home online if I need to when I'm having bad days. Some things I have to be there for, of course.
Life is just whooping my ass a bit too hard right now. I'm sure it'll be better soon, just trying not to let it worry me too much.