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I ought not be writing now. It has been a tough day. Was supposed to go to work. Got up at 5, showered, dressed, wrote in journal, checked out forum, etc. All good. Then flashbacky kind of thing. Baby energy stuff. Familiar and awful. Took over before I could fight it. My husband was home actually. Asked if I was okay. Hugged me. No. Yes. Fine. I'm fine. Shaking, curled in fetal position. Fine. Tried all the strategies. Too late. Slept for around 3 hours maybe a little less...doesn't matter. Too late to go to work. The straw that broke the proverbial camel's back was getting under the covers to get warm. I had to do that because I was cold to the bone. Then I felt safe and went to sleep. No work. Haven't even contacted them. Too ashamed. Didn't do what needed to be done. System crashing. I'm letting it. My fault. Not good.
Woke in time to go to therapist. Then the nasty voices..."Oh, so you can get up to go to therapy but not to work, eh? You lazy runt." Part of me knows what's wrong with me and part of me doesn't. I am in a purgatory of chaos. Therapist asked, "How are you doing?" I hate that question. Oh, okay, I'm fine. FINE. I see visions of parts exploding with horrible things, other parts screaming. All the time. My body shakes and jolts and contorts. I'm freezing. My breathing is weird. I see visions of mystical things that freak me out. Parts of me say I'm completely nuts. I'm making it all up. I'm a lazy runt faker. Get it together. Do what has to get done. You made your bed, now sleep in it. They torment me. I know it is me doing it to me, but I can't seem to stop it. Other parts of me are paralyzed with horror and terror and cannot understand why I cannot help them. It is like watching a horror movie but it's real, but nobody knows it's real except for me. Living a nightmare.
Wanted to work on releasing muck with therapist today. A child part who feels like she will die and is flooding me regularly with her horror. No good. He says if we do it now it won't last...I'm supposed to be there for my child part in SELF more. So, here we go again. All my fault. I can't get better because it is my fault. He doesn't say that...he says it's parts. But those f-ing parts are powerful and I cannot seem to get them to give me space. I feel like I've trapped myself in a prison of my own making...a replica of the ones my parents trapped me in.
But I go on. Do the stuff. I'm going up to say goodnight to my daughter. I can do it. I just don't want to live like this any more.
@shimmerz posted about Stockholm Syndrome. I know the research. But I think there's something more about kids who are trapped in family. And worse...not that they just bond with their abusers, but that they take in their abusers' energy and use it against themselves. I am f-ing 51 years old. Father is dead 7 years now. Mother fading fast. It doesn't matter. They've invaded me. Violated me. I'm doing it all to myself now.
I am getting help with therapy. I am getting help with yoga therapist who understands subtle bodies/energy. But I can't seem to break through. Total crisis on the inside. Outside, all semi-okay. Except work. Inside...shit. I don't know what to do. Exiles are ready to cut things out of their bodies. I'm freaked because that's fine metaphorically but not fine in real life. Hard to know what real life is. I do not want to cut out my middle. Or my arms and legs. Or anything. But they do. Scares me that I will lose control. And the only control I have is my nasty inner critic type, and my caretakers who are freaked that I will not be able to take care of the people I love. So those parts shut down the exile parts' pain and fear. But to heal, I'm supposed to be in SELF with the exiles. But they hijack me regularly.
I have no idea if my therapist knows how bad it is for me. How the flashbacks come multiple times a day. What happens at night.
The only way I am surviving is because I have pretty powerful ANPs/protectors/managers. But in order to heal I need them to step aside. But if they step aside, I don't know what will happen.
Woke in time to go to therapist. Then the nasty voices..."Oh, so you can get up to go to therapy but not to work, eh? You lazy runt." Part of me knows what's wrong with me and part of me doesn't. I am in a purgatory of chaos. Therapist asked, "How are you doing?" I hate that question. Oh, okay, I'm fine. FINE. I see visions of parts exploding with horrible things, other parts screaming. All the time. My body shakes and jolts and contorts. I'm freezing. My breathing is weird. I see visions of mystical things that freak me out. Parts of me say I'm completely nuts. I'm making it all up. I'm a lazy runt faker. Get it together. Do what has to get done. You made your bed, now sleep in it. They torment me. I know it is me doing it to me, but I can't seem to stop it. Other parts of me are paralyzed with horror and terror and cannot understand why I cannot help them. It is like watching a horror movie but it's real, but nobody knows it's real except for me. Living a nightmare.
Wanted to work on releasing muck with therapist today. A child part who feels like she will die and is flooding me regularly with her horror. No good. He says if we do it now it won't last...I'm supposed to be there for my child part in SELF more. So, here we go again. All my fault. I can't get better because it is my fault. He doesn't say that...he says it's parts. But those f-ing parts are powerful and I cannot seem to get them to give me space. I feel like I've trapped myself in a prison of my own making...a replica of the ones my parents trapped me in.
But I go on. Do the stuff. I'm going up to say goodnight to my daughter. I can do it. I just don't want to live like this any more.
@shimmerz posted about Stockholm Syndrome. I know the research. But I think there's something more about kids who are trapped in family. And worse...not that they just bond with their abusers, but that they take in their abusers' energy and use it against themselves. I am f-ing 51 years old. Father is dead 7 years now. Mother fading fast. It doesn't matter. They've invaded me. Violated me. I'm doing it all to myself now.
I am getting help with therapy. I am getting help with yoga therapist who understands subtle bodies/energy. But I can't seem to break through. Total crisis on the inside. Outside, all semi-okay. Except work. Inside...shit. I don't know what to do. Exiles are ready to cut things out of their bodies. I'm freaked because that's fine metaphorically but not fine in real life. Hard to know what real life is. I do not want to cut out my middle. Or my arms and legs. Or anything. But they do. Scares me that I will lose control. And the only control I have is my nasty inner critic type, and my caretakers who are freaked that I will not be able to take care of the people I love. So those parts shut down the exile parts' pain and fear. But to heal, I'm supposed to be in SELF with the exiles. But they hijack me regularly.
I have no idea if my therapist knows how bad it is for me. How the flashbacks come multiple times a day. What happens at night.
The only way I am surviving is because I have pretty powerful ANPs/protectors/managers. But in order to heal I need them to step aside. But if they step aside, I don't know what will happen.