I know the memories will never go away... but it gets so tiring sometimes. :/
I try try try to stay busy! I try to do things that are good for me even if I'm afraid. For example in March I spent two weekends hiking... one 6 mile hike and one 13 mile hike. I also drove out of town to visit friends and connected with some cousins along the way. I was afraid- but I did it! Yay me!
I did two more hikes in April... another 6 mile and another 13 mile - plus I ran in a 5K. I was so nervous to be running in a group with locals - mostly strangers... that I puked beforehand... but I felt great afterwards- yay endorphins!
Last weekend two neighbors were celebrating their 6th birthdays- I looked at them and was overcome with sadness that my innocence was robbed... how can anyone do that to a child!?! And even worse, last night I learned there's a local 5 year old that has been being abused... this morning I sat and cried in the shower for her- and for my five year old self. Today my husbands touch triggered me, as soon as I felt my chest fill with panic I did a damn good job calming myself down- then only suffered with nausea for a while longer. Yay me!
But tonight... I want to die. I'm not making plans to die- I just want to die because I'm so f*cking tired of it all. It never goes away! Even if the mental memories aren't there, there's the body memories and the emotional memories--- and I want to be done with ALL the bad memories. I know that's not possible so I want to die... it seems like the only relief. But I will ride the f*cking storm out - grrr! And tomorrow start to plan my next run and my next hike... must keep going...
I try try try to stay busy! I try to do things that are good for me even if I'm afraid. For example in March I spent two weekends hiking... one 6 mile hike and one 13 mile hike. I also drove out of town to visit friends and connected with some cousins along the way. I was afraid- but I did it! Yay me!
I did two more hikes in April... another 6 mile and another 13 mile - plus I ran in a 5K. I was so nervous to be running in a group with locals - mostly strangers... that I puked beforehand... but I felt great afterwards- yay endorphins!
Last weekend two neighbors were celebrating their 6th birthdays- I looked at them and was overcome with sadness that my innocence was robbed... how can anyone do that to a child!?! And even worse, last night I learned there's a local 5 year old that has been being abused... this morning I sat and cried in the shower for her- and for my five year old self. Today my husbands touch triggered me, as soon as I felt my chest fill with panic I did a damn good job calming myself down- then only suffered with nausea for a while longer. Yay me!
But tonight... I want to die. I'm not making plans to die- I just want to die because I'm so f*cking tired of it all. It never goes away! Even if the mental memories aren't there, there's the body memories and the emotional memories--- and I want to be done with ALL the bad memories. I know that's not possible so I want to die... it seems like the only relief. But I will ride the f*cking storm out - grrr! And tomorrow start to plan my next run and my next hike... must keep going...