I had an epiphany of sorts. For 5 years I have been spinning. I spend my days extremely busy and active, alone. But I seem to not only remain static, it seems my life has continued to crumble. Having never worked so hard in my life, I am frequently perplexed by the constant drop, like the bottom fell out of my life and now nothing is too low.
Trauma and 'bad luck' surround me like the Peanuts character Pig-pen. My friend jokes about how she would never get on a plane with me, because we wouldn't be lucky enough to crash, we would be hijacked and held captive for the rest of our lives as sex slaves, in the middle of the desert, with disgusting sweaty obese, old, fat men our captors.
Really the uncanny horrible experiences that have continued to stream through my daily life are of no consequence here. What is of consequence is the flood gates that opened up after the first of three assaults, and has remained open.
I wonder is if anyone else has had the experience of trauma opening up an influx of more trauma?
The spinning in my daily life has suddenly made sense to me. I feel safer with the familiar and fear by moving forward, I will simply bring forth more trauma and bigger trauma. Bigger mostly because it will be unfamiliar. I am and have been so depleted and heart broken by the revelations of my life over these 5 years, I am pretty sure I cannot take more. I fear the disappointment that will evolve from moving into the unknown.
I give myself a break for this fear because the shiz that has occurred is truly f-ed up. It isn't an overreaction on my part, in fact I have handled most things extremely well, considering.
But since the flood gates haven't closed I am wondering, is there a lesson I am missing? It seems most have a different journey than me, but my journey has had a central theme.... LOSS.
Loss is life and I long to embrace what is and what isn't. I long to be willing to be even more disappointed in the future.
I long to know I can take more.
Trauma and 'bad luck' surround me like the Peanuts character Pig-pen. My friend jokes about how she would never get on a plane with me, because we wouldn't be lucky enough to crash, we would be hijacked and held captive for the rest of our lives as sex slaves, in the middle of the desert, with disgusting sweaty obese, old, fat men our captors.
Really the uncanny horrible experiences that have continued to stream through my daily life are of no consequence here. What is of consequence is the flood gates that opened up after the first of three assaults, and has remained open.
I wonder is if anyone else has had the experience of trauma opening up an influx of more trauma?
The spinning in my daily life has suddenly made sense to me. I feel safer with the familiar and fear by moving forward, I will simply bring forth more trauma and bigger trauma. Bigger mostly because it will be unfamiliar. I am and have been so depleted and heart broken by the revelations of my life over these 5 years, I am pretty sure I cannot take more. I fear the disappointment that will evolve from moving into the unknown.
I give myself a break for this fear because the shiz that has occurred is truly f-ed up. It isn't an overreaction on my part, in fact I have handled most things extremely well, considering.
But since the flood gates haven't closed I am wondering, is there a lesson I am missing? It seems most have a different journey than me, but my journey has had a central theme.... LOSS.
Loss is life and I long to embrace what is and what isn't. I long to be willing to be even more disappointed in the future.
I long to know I can take more.
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