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Queen Boudica
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Thanks so much to everyone for all the positive words. That helps a lot.
I never realised how many methaphors and similies I could come up with to describe all this stuff in my head. It is all like a huge tornado, spinning wildly and spitting out the junk that has built up inside me at an enormous rate, too fast for me to catch and deal with.
I never thought I was that imaginative. But then I realised that when I was a child I had a huge imagination. That is what I thought got me through. I had my fantasy dreams and I would go to bed and make up my World where I was rescued from my life by Super Man and I was now Super Girl flying around defeating all the villains. All that imagination seemed to disappear some time in my teen age years. (Or did I just shut them out and go onto bullimia and trying to study study study to get myself out of the hell hole?)
I was walking back from taking my 3 year old to preschool this morning in the pouring rain (There is no way I would drive - too scary, but walking in the rain is very cathartic, and my daughter loves splashing in the "muddy puddles" with her pink gum boots). But of course all the stuff was churning away in my head. So I have to try and deal with it somehow.
The image I had in my head then was that I have been travelling in one of those airplanes that they used in World War II to parachute soldiers into enemy territory. I am a coward really who does not want to be a soldier at all, but if I had not joined the army then I would have had to stay with my mother and that would have been far worse. So somehow I have got myself in this mess even though that is not what I wanted at all.
I am the last one in the plane and I have been cowering, hiding under the seats so no-one would realise I am there.
The airplane has been circling over and over going nowhere waiting for me to jump and I have spent years trying avoid that jump.
Sometimes I have had moments where I have tried to be brave and get up to face the danger and try to jump and I have thought that I was doing really well. But then one or more of the other soldiers has sensed that I am different and pathetic and useless (including my partner) and they have laughed at me and mimicked me and told me I am totally useless at being a soldier or tried to tell me I should be doing things their way which is far better than my way. And my partner has got so mad with me because I am so useless that he has even hit me and shouted in my face and slammed me against the wall to try and make me see that I should be doing things his way and how I am so useless and that is why our partnership is failed because it is all my fault.
So it is so scary to jump. But now the plane is running out of fuel, so I have to jump or die in a horrible ball of fire (that will destroy my children as well, because the plane will crash on the house that I had tried to make so safe for them, even though it is in enemy territory).
But it is so terrifying as I don't know what will happen. Will my parachute fail and I end up broken in bits or even dead? (After all, my sister was also found cowering under the seats and she was dragged kicking and screaming and forced to jump, but her parachute (the mental health establishment) failed her and she is dead.) Or will it all work out and I jump down safely feeling so brave that I have done it and overcoming all my fears? That would be the nice ending that I really want. But I HAVE to jump now or my children will be damaged in the explosion.
But my even more negative side knows that, even if I manage to achieve this huge brave fete, I will still be in enemy territory. There are enemy soldiers waiting to ambush me who know that I am still really a coward and a useless soldier and now they know that I have mental problems as well so that they have the power to gun me down at anytime (and that includes my partner soldier, who is really a double-agent).
So if I jump I know I will then have to somehow build myself up and make sure I am the best at defending myself and my children who are in the safe house but danger is encroaching them in the form of psoriasis and anaphylaxis and school bullies and too much homework and shyness and lack of confidence and being late for school and stress stress stress.
I have to be the fastest at anticipating the danger before it happens. But isn't that what I have been doing all my life anyway? Isn't that the problem that I am so stressed out from trying to anticipate all the problems before they happen? And that I am trying to protect my children from all the horrible stuff that happened to me? Or maybe it is the way I am trying to defend myself and my kids just leads to the stress and I have to find other ways and that is what the pyschologist is for?
Sorry this has turned out to be a novel and I am not sure whether all these thoughts are helping or hindering.
I never realised how many methaphors and similies I could come up with to describe all this stuff in my head. It is all like a huge tornado, spinning wildly and spitting out the junk that has built up inside me at an enormous rate, too fast for me to catch and deal with.
I never thought I was that imaginative. But then I realised that when I was a child I had a huge imagination. That is what I thought got me through. I had my fantasy dreams and I would go to bed and make up my World where I was rescued from my life by Super Man and I was now Super Girl flying around defeating all the villains. All that imagination seemed to disappear some time in my teen age years. (Or did I just shut them out and go onto bullimia and trying to study study study to get myself out of the hell hole?)
I was walking back from taking my 3 year old to preschool this morning in the pouring rain (There is no way I would drive - too scary, but walking in the rain is very cathartic, and my daughter loves splashing in the "muddy puddles" with her pink gum boots). But of course all the stuff was churning away in my head. So I have to try and deal with it somehow.
The image I had in my head then was that I have been travelling in one of those airplanes that they used in World War II to parachute soldiers into enemy territory. I am a coward really who does not want to be a soldier at all, but if I had not joined the army then I would have had to stay with my mother and that would have been far worse. So somehow I have got myself in this mess even though that is not what I wanted at all.
I am the last one in the plane and I have been cowering, hiding under the seats so no-one would realise I am there.
The airplane has been circling over and over going nowhere waiting for me to jump and I have spent years trying avoid that jump.
Sometimes I have had moments where I have tried to be brave and get up to face the danger and try to jump and I have thought that I was doing really well. But then one or more of the other soldiers has sensed that I am different and pathetic and useless (including my partner) and they have laughed at me and mimicked me and told me I am totally useless at being a soldier or tried to tell me I should be doing things their way which is far better than my way. And my partner has got so mad with me because I am so useless that he has even hit me and shouted in my face and slammed me against the wall to try and make me see that I should be doing things his way and how I am so useless and that is why our partnership is failed because it is all my fault.
So it is so scary to jump. But now the plane is running out of fuel, so I have to jump or die in a horrible ball of fire (that will destroy my children as well, because the plane will crash on the house that I had tried to make so safe for them, even though it is in enemy territory).
But it is so terrifying as I don't know what will happen. Will my parachute fail and I end up broken in bits or even dead? (After all, my sister was also found cowering under the seats and she was dragged kicking and screaming and forced to jump, but her parachute (the mental health establishment) failed her and she is dead.) Or will it all work out and I jump down safely feeling so brave that I have done it and overcoming all my fears? That would be the nice ending that I really want. But I HAVE to jump now or my children will be damaged in the explosion.
But my even more negative side knows that, even if I manage to achieve this huge brave fete, I will still be in enemy territory. There are enemy soldiers waiting to ambush me who know that I am still really a coward and a useless soldier and now they know that I have mental problems as well so that they have the power to gun me down at anytime (and that includes my partner soldier, who is really a double-agent).
So if I jump I know I will then have to somehow build myself up and make sure I am the best at defending myself and my children who are in the safe house but danger is encroaching them in the form of psoriasis and anaphylaxis and school bullies and too much homework and shyness and lack of confidence and being late for school and stress stress stress.
I have to be the fastest at anticipating the danger before it happens. But isn't that what I have been doing all my life anyway? Isn't that the problem that I am so stressed out from trying to anticipate all the problems before they happen? And that I am trying to protect my children from all the horrible stuff that happened to me? Or maybe it is the way I am trying to defend myself and my kids just leads to the stress and I have to find other ways and that is what the pyschologist is for?
Sorry this has turned out to be a novel and I am not sure whether all these thoughts are helping or hindering.