MY WORLD
Me in the center busily doing tedious things continuously cleaning, moving things around, ironing, washing, folding, putting away, cooking, sweeping, pacing. Lots of pacing. Up and down the hall (small house) looking at my girls, (4, 8, and 16), chewing my nails, sweep some more, check the supper, pace some more.
Thinking always thinking I should be doing this better, or that better. I could never be this or that. I should not be so selfish, who will love them? Who will take care of them? Scary part is now I am seeing who could, and already talked to 16 yr olds dad who says she is always welcome there, but also says I will be fine, suck it up.
So now back to pacing...pacing...skin crawling want to talk to H but he doesn't get it, tells me I need to get my crap together,okay, so I suck it up, pace some more.
Inside my head screams at me that this is yet another day that I screwed up somehow, someway.
Go to the hospital tell them that at times I am on the verge of mental collapse and want to drive into a guardrail or tree or off a steep incline. Nurse says well instead of doing that drive here then we can help, there again suck it up. Moving on, pacing pacing pacing, never good enough, never can do enough, never worth enough, now cant have intimate relationship with my H, what am I good for ??????
I pace, and I pace, and I think, and I pace. No peace within my head, no peace during the day, no peace at night when all I hear is my H sighing because he cant have his fix. So I pace in my head pacing, looking for an out, looking searching, failing yet again, pacing, pacing, pacing.
PEACE I long for PEACE, I look for it day and night every second of every minute, while I am busy, and while I am pacing looking for some sort of relief from this inner insane madness, pacing, pacing, pacing, tell myself suck it up, get your crap together. So I do for bit but always, always, always, always, always pacing.
Me in the center busily doing tedious things continuously cleaning, moving things around, ironing, washing, folding, putting away, cooking, sweeping, pacing. Lots of pacing. Up and down the hall (small house) looking at my girls, (4, 8, and 16), chewing my nails, sweep some more, check the supper, pace some more.
Thinking always thinking I should be doing this better, or that better. I could never be this or that. I should not be so selfish, who will love them? Who will take care of them? Scary part is now I am seeing who could, and already talked to 16 yr olds dad who says she is always welcome there, but also says I will be fine, suck it up.
So now back to pacing...pacing...skin crawling want to talk to H but he doesn't get it, tells me I need to get my crap together,okay, so I suck it up, pace some more.
Inside my head screams at me that this is yet another day that I screwed up somehow, someway.
Go to the hospital tell them that at times I am on the verge of mental collapse and want to drive into a guardrail or tree or off a steep incline. Nurse says well instead of doing that drive here then we can help, there again suck it up. Moving on, pacing pacing pacing, never good enough, never can do enough, never worth enough, now cant have intimate relationship with my H, what am I good for ??????
I pace, and I pace, and I think, and I pace. No peace within my head, no peace during the day, no peace at night when all I hear is my H sighing because he cant have his fix. So I pace in my head pacing, looking for an out, looking searching, failing yet again, pacing, pacing, pacing.
PEACE I long for PEACE, I look for it day and night every second of every minute, while I am busy, and while I am pacing looking for some sort of relief from this inner insane madness, pacing, pacing, pacing, tell myself suck it up, get your crap together. So I do for bit but always, always, always, always, always pacing.