I'm too tired to care about analyzing anything much. But basically, it's been a shitty couple weeks, like as close as I could probably get to a total nervous breakdown (felt I'd end up in the hospital if things didn't turn around soon because I was so beyond stressed and my body felt like it was just crumbling). Anyway, what was also horrible was having to ask for support or share with just a couple people. It was probably helpful, but also really painful. I also don't know how to just say "help" anyway. I try to hint at how horrible I feel, hoping maybe someone can help or that I won't feel so alone with it, but also feel like I'm burdening anyone I reach out to. I also quit and unquit therapy last week.
I isolate myself, which I do try to move beyond, but without like a spouse, significant other, or even best friend, I forever relive feelings of being left to fend for myself in crisis. Too many f*king crisises and I don't expect any of my friends to want to hear about any of it, so I don't talk to them. Their crisis moments revolve around spilling coffee on their computers and I really think my problems would just freak them out...and I do want to protect the few connections I have, even if they aren't very strong. So I avoid my friends, but am willing to call an old friend who knows my history a little more. Today I'm just exhausted, sort of coming down from the stress, but feel like burning my arms (which is an improvement from imagining setting myself on fire). I'm fighting by myself, for myself, and that fight gets directed back at me. I know it's messed up, but it's something like that. Also, nothing is actually very painful...or seems like I can tolerate it...if I can burn my own body. It makes me feel self-sufficient and powerful in a screwed up, last ditch sort of way. I don't think this fully explains all self-injury urges in me, but those were sort of the feelings I had when I started (began as a kid by bashing my shins with rocks).
Anyway, I don't want more scars on my arms and am most likely not going to do any burning but take a nap because I'm just nodding out. I feel really stuck and uncreative, isolated and yet not trusting of anyone...sort of in over-protective and yet slightly self-destructive way because I also don't know where to direct my frustrations or my hidden vortex of anger. Okay, nap. Not sure why I'm posting but thanks for the space.
I isolate myself, which I do try to move beyond, but without like a spouse, significant other, or even best friend, I forever relive feelings of being left to fend for myself in crisis. Too many f*king crisises and I don't expect any of my friends to want to hear about any of it, so I don't talk to them. Their crisis moments revolve around spilling coffee on their computers and I really think my problems would just freak them out...and I do want to protect the few connections I have, even if they aren't very strong. So I avoid my friends, but am willing to call an old friend who knows my history a little more. Today I'm just exhausted, sort of coming down from the stress, but feel like burning my arms (which is an improvement from imagining setting myself on fire). I'm fighting by myself, for myself, and that fight gets directed back at me. I know it's messed up, but it's something like that. Also, nothing is actually very painful...or seems like I can tolerate it...if I can burn my own body. It makes me feel self-sufficient and powerful in a screwed up, last ditch sort of way. I don't think this fully explains all self-injury urges in me, but those were sort of the feelings I had when I started (began as a kid by bashing my shins with rocks).
Anyway, I don't want more scars on my arms and am most likely not going to do any burning but take a nap because I'm just nodding out. I feel really stuck and uncreative, isolated and yet not trusting of anyone...sort of in over-protective and yet slightly self-destructive way because I also don't know where to direct my frustrations or my hidden vortex of anger. Okay, nap. Not sure why I'm posting but thanks for the space.