tryingtothrive
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I am cleaning out old files/folders and important paper documents. I'm reading stuff; letters, cards etc. and can't even believe some of what I am reading. I feel like that 8yr old girl again. I am terrified, angry, sad, overwhelmed and fearful of what is next.
I stopped for a bit (probably not going to finish today) and am still getting hit by waves of anxiety. My oldest son keeps asking me what is wrong, my husband seems annoyed, thankfully the little one and my furrybbs don't notice. :)
Hindsight is always illuminating; I see "clues" to the toxicity of so many things in these seemingly innocuous cards, letters etc.
Will it ever feel safe to go through old papers and not stop half way through to cry? Memories are flooding back, I want to pursue this, but I know it is time to redirect myself. I'm so angry too, letters just berating me, verbage so abusive and yet just this week my father actually said "what do even spend your time talking about in therapy?" That caused me to go into a full blown panic attack later in the day as I relived the conversation.
Now i'm on pins and needles; I'm shaking, breathing heavy, my stomach is in knots and my throat feels full of cotton balls. I want to scratch my skin off and scream. I tried to meditate, some breathing and yoga, but all were unsuccesful. I hate living like this. I am at the end of my string (patience wise) with this. No one in my house or close friends understands this. I spend more time talking to my psychiatrists than I do other people. (I'm okay with this, most people just make me nervous.)
How do you get to the point of being able to go through innocuous, mundane years old papers and not end up like this?! I'm lost... and nervous.
I stopped for a bit (probably not going to finish today) and am still getting hit by waves of anxiety. My oldest son keeps asking me what is wrong, my husband seems annoyed, thankfully the little one and my furrybbs don't notice. :)
Hindsight is always illuminating; I see "clues" to the toxicity of so many things in these seemingly innocuous cards, letters etc.
Will it ever feel safe to go through old papers and not stop half way through to cry? Memories are flooding back, I want to pursue this, but I know it is time to redirect myself. I'm so angry too, letters just berating me, verbage so abusive and yet just this week my father actually said "what do even spend your time talking about in therapy?" That caused me to go into a full blown panic attack later in the day as I relived the conversation.
Now i'm on pins and needles; I'm shaking, breathing heavy, my stomach is in knots and my throat feels full of cotton balls. I want to scratch my skin off and scream. I tried to meditate, some breathing and yoga, but all were unsuccesful. I hate living like this. I am at the end of my string (patience wise) with this. No one in my house or close friends understands this. I spend more time talking to my psychiatrists than I do other people. (I'm okay with this, most people just make me nervous.)
How do you get to the point of being able to go through innocuous, mundane years old papers and not end up like this?! I'm lost... and nervous.
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