I've been meaning to respond to this but haven't been able to
because my life would change on a dime every 6-24 months, and I could see who I would be if we didn't move. Generally, I love moving. Both then & now. But a few moves were "perfect".
@FridayJones My family moved on average every 6 months from the time I could remember. I never put down roots till I was an adult and even then the longest I stayed some place was 5 years. (in a house) I kept the same job for 7.By the end of that I thought I was going to go crazy if I couldn't leave. I've been in my new place for a little over a year and I am ready to pack up and move again but I am really stuck here for about 5 years. I already feel trapped. Staying in one place feels really scary.
The rest of it?
I'm still trying to find balance.
For years I have packed it down, packed it away, pretended it wasn't there but having really terrible times when shit leaked out. When I moved, I thought it was connected to where I was living. AH! It will soon all be gone. And for a moment, I was right. Then I found that it was leaking out again. Therapy started.
AH, I thought, Now I can dump and move on.
Only that didn't happen either. It resists dump and run. Damn
I found that the seals are all broken. I can close the lid, pretend I'm ok, push through and then, BAM I'm not ok. Or sometimes it just constantly drips and builds up pressure till I find relief.
Yeah. Therapy made it worse in a lot of ways. We opened the box and it had a pretty awesome seal on it. The seal it broken. the box doesn't close as well.
I don't "set aside" time to grieve or anything like that. I try to realize that there are moments when I can't hold back the flood gate and I try to hold on and not do something stupid.
So... This week is hard for me. I remembered things that I had not realized before. I've had horrible sleep and nightmares. My SH has been way up, my ability to control impulses and suicidal thoughts is way down. It's made worse because I don't sleep. I'm trying more "self care". For me that means more miles running. It means more medication so that I am less triggered and sleep.. more-ish. It means that I am on here during the day at work because I am in a bad spot.
I have no choice but to acknowledge it because it is staring me in the face all day. I can't get my work done because of it.
I'm hoping it will pass. I THINK it will.
I had a couple of really GOOD weeks. I was sleeping at night with almost no or very little medication, I was not medicating during the day. I was not having intrusive thoughts. I had hit a good spot with my therapist, too.
The only think I HAVE figured out is that it's a really terrible roller coaster. I'm hoping it will ebb a bit soon. I intend to medicate heavily tonight, go in prepped for my session tomorrow. But the truth is I'll be happy if I get a couple of hours of sleep and just show up to my session.
When I'm like this I write more. More in my journal, more here. I sit in my room away from my son. I isolate because I need to.
I haven't figured out how to just acknowledge it and move on. I'm sure there are those who have. I look in the mirror every morning though and find myself thinking "You were never supposed to have been born".
I don' t know if any of this makes any sense.