Dear Zaniara, thank you. Can't afford therapy. Thank you for your kind words, :hug: . Hope you are being gentle with your OWN self, when you are working so hard, xox :hug: .
Dear Whitney, I think I have been seeking something that doesn't exist- an end to the ptsd itself. You know the 'norm', on a good day, the loneliness, nerves, isolation-alone-or-with-someone, etc., don't have the words. I recall back many years ago, working hugely excessive hours, going out 5-6 (usually 6) nights a week. That 'worked', good as anything likely ever will (to the maximum possible). It still didn't take away the feelings (and by that I don't just mean literal feelings)-ptsd never goes though, right?
Oddly enough, then I was very well paid. I could have afforded therapy then, but it never crossed my mind, despite doing much on my own, before and after that time. I would not have wanted it.
But thank you Whitney. I screwed up again, slept in (that felt terrific), only to screw up something that takes 2 months for me to complete, I was half done, have to start all over because I slept in and relied on something else (only been able to do it twice). What bugs me is I should have known better, or mean been more careful, I left myself no option by sleeping in. What bothers me is I swear if there were 1000 wires and only one detonated a bomb, when it comes to myself I'd likely choose it. :( But if I was looking for it I'd choose 990 of the others first. :( When I most need something, it always goes that way. Perhaps too much taking things for granted. I feel like saying "what an as* ", which you're not supposed to but I still say, "what an as*" . Oh well.
Weird day, yucky stuff all over, even a dead cat when I was walking. :(
Forgot to eat because I ate lots last night, but just had something. Will add a cookie, or a few ;) , sending you back Hugs, and thanks for your kindness xoxoxox. :hug: