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I wrote out my scale of f*cked up earlier this week... Coping mechanisms. Healthy to unhealthy to pure desperation 11th hour Hail Mary kill or cures. I actually wrote it out. Not the whole list, but just a few examples.
And I can't remember it.
When I'm in a f*cked up place I can't remember what makes me feel better. Or what helps. (Or what makes things worse). It's always like this big shock. Oh, yeah. Right. That. Do that. (Or hell no no no. Don't do that!). Most of the time it's really obvious stuff. Stuff that when I'm doing okay I simply have incorporated into my daily routine. Something I do, no matter what, without having to think about it. I put it there on purpose, I do it every day so even when I'm starting to break I've got these things to catch me... But once I've f*cked up my life, again, they're all gone and I can't remember what the f*ck they were. It's just like pain and confusion in lay here and don't do jack land.
I'm kinda borderline right now. I've got these half thoughts, pieces of things that kinda drift in and out. Mostly things I can't use (like go for a run and then swim in the ocean every morning, and loud music and movement) which was a part of my life more than 10 years ago... And I'm so effing lost that's what I'm going to go do (I hope) for a couple weeks. If my car makes it. Because I can't think of anything else, even though it took 20 hours or trying to remember anything, anything that might work. It's like I've got a hole in my head or something. I just can't think.
Does anyone else have this problem? Having to reinvent the wheel every time things go sideways? Any good working fixes? Got any brains for sale? Cause mine's broken.
And I can't remember it.
When I'm in a f*cked up place I can't remember what makes me feel better. Or what helps. (Or what makes things worse). It's always like this big shock. Oh, yeah. Right. That. Do that. (Or hell no no no. Don't do that!). Most of the time it's really obvious stuff. Stuff that when I'm doing okay I simply have incorporated into my daily routine. Something I do, no matter what, without having to think about it. I put it there on purpose, I do it every day so even when I'm starting to break I've got these things to catch me... But once I've f*cked up my life, again, they're all gone and I can't remember what the f*ck they were. It's just like pain and confusion in lay here and don't do jack land.
I'm kinda borderline right now. I've got these half thoughts, pieces of things that kinda drift in and out. Mostly things I can't use (like go for a run and then swim in the ocean every morning, and loud music and movement) which was a part of my life more than 10 years ago... And I'm so effing lost that's what I'm going to go do (I hope) for a couple weeks. If my car makes it. Because I can't think of anything else, even though it took 20 hours or trying to remember anything, anything that might work. It's like I've got a hole in my head or something. I just can't think.
Does anyone else have this problem? Having to reinvent the wheel every time things go sideways? Any good working fixes? Got any brains for sale? Cause mine's broken.