How are you now, Muttly?
& What helped you get there? I mean, you said on Monday you've made it without self harm so far, and that's a pretty long journey, so wondering what tools you used that helped you keep away from self harm.
I don't know
intellectually I know I am doing better than when I first made this post. At least, I'm pretty sure
I am so tired though it's hard to think. And feeling ... I don't know. I'm know good at feelings
I am on vacation now and won't have to be back to work for 10 days. so that's good. I used to really like my job. I hate it now. I'm so burned out and I really really hope that vacation helps. I will be leaving town and going down to be with my closest friends who have become my family. normally I'd be wicked happy. I'm just ... tired and depressed? hopeless? something else?
I got an email from my brother. it was fine. nothing nasty or mean. so I should be fine.
he invited me for thanksgiving. he said he missed me and still thinks about me. that's all great? right? except... the foo (family of orogin) all say they right things. on the surface they can look fine. I think for many of them, they actually mean a lot of those things. I'm sure my brother does miss me. they have no friends. he's on disability. they are all on disability or retired ... so no friends and no work. even before that they said family was everything. And I left. I cut ties. I don't want to be a part of them. I don't think the good times (and those exist) are worth it. Because unless something radical has changed, it will happen again. they will "miss me". if I went back they'd be nice. oh, maybe they occaissional verbal barb, but nothing major. they will welcome me back. they will want... and want annd want... be there for us. come to every family event. answer the phone whenever we call. be the good sibling/child/etc. at some point, I'll do something wrong. they will tell me I am selfish, bad, can't take a joke, need to grow up, and on and on and on. Emails, phone calls, coming to my house to confront me.
or maybe *I* am the crazy one. maybe it was never that bad. maybe my brother never did more than sibling rivalry. maybe my brother just teases in the fun way some people do. maybe my father just engages in locker room talk and is touchy feeling but a caring man. Maybe I am selfish and spoiled and uncaring because I don't support them enough. Maybe none of my problems are worth mentioning because they all have it worse. After all, I'm the one that got out. I'm the one who has managed to hold a job and not had an addiction to drugs or alcohol.
I hate this time of year. how dare I think that I could spend thanksgiving without my foo. how dare I say that I don't believe in christmas. how dare I set boundaries. I have no spouse or kids. my life doesn't matter. the nightmares I have don't matter. if my dad gropes me while I'm crawling under the christmas tree to give it water, that's just f*cking holiday fun. if my dad gropes me at the restaurant while we celebrate my brother's birthday, that's just a game. if my brother isn't in contact with me, or angry, or drunk, or whatever... that's because he has problems. I need to understand and forgive.
I spent years just being fine. I should just go back to it.