It's completely frustrating and difficult to know how to balance my insanity with sanity in this life. I live half or most of my life Depersonalized or Dissociated, I'm now completely aware of this. The other half struggling to keep here and work on trauma issues, (Oh big fat f*cking whine!!! I can hear it when I write this, for the love of God! Grow the f*ck up!!!)loving my family and friends, and attempting to control my admittedly raging self. I have also recovered, surprisingly and wonderfully, my ability to multitask which has been fantastic but has gotten me into some confrontations with some neighbors. This has completed my position of "Raging Lunatic of the Neighborhood", only with a legal stance, which has left both pissed off and seriously depressed. Court was lovely as the Judge thanked me for showing to be the witness for Animal Control. My neighbor is not very happy but at least he didn't have to pay the full
While on one hand this was going to happen one way or the other because this is just the type of person I am in any living situation, on the other I am exhausted, totally and completely at this point. I cannot seem to catch up at all. I live this pressure every single day and night. My nightmares are eating me alive. Every time I step outside my door I am faced with a neighbor or the whining whirl of garden equipment that goes on and on and on until I want to scream. And then there's the runaway dog of the day that riles up all the other dogs, not only is he is extreme danger of darting out into one of the busy streets where he is likely to be hurt, probably in front of my house (it's always in front of our house, I swear!), he inevitably deposits yet another pile of crap that may or may not leave my dogs ill long after I have done my best to remove all of it, yuck yuck yuck. And my Service Girl just got over being ill this past week which, of course, always seems to cost as much as if I were to go to the dr.
This is just ONE of the many weird issues in a stack full of issues hitting me right. I may choose to address this one because it is tangible and accessible, that would make sense. How can I really visibly and make quick work of the bottom feeders that go against the law and attempt to rake me over the coals for fun and games?? I have to hit them with paperwork and wait wait wait, then address their new corporation names and hit that one, it's enough to make you scream!!! But I do it.
I'm sick of it and sick of the bullshit, sick of raging down the street knowing I have to and yet knowing nobody gives a shit. I know I have never fit in here and I don't care but I don't fit anywhere either. I am in 2 worlds constantly flipping in and out throughout the day. My husband experiences this day in and day out with me on his day off. How can anyone live like that let alone live with someone that does that????? I am a serious case of nobody. When I feel okay the topics of conversation change so fast even the most well-meaning cannot keep up, how weird is that? It makes sense in my head but is unexplainable to others.
I am diving head on into the Spring Depression. I am whooped.
raining
While on one hand this was going to happen one way or the other because this is just the type of person I am in any living situation, on the other I am exhausted, totally and completely at this point. I cannot seem to catch up at all. I live this pressure every single day and night. My nightmares are eating me alive. Every time I step outside my door I am faced with a neighbor or the whining whirl of garden equipment that goes on and on and on until I want to scream. And then there's the runaway dog of the day that riles up all the other dogs, not only is he is extreme danger of darting out into one of the busy streets where he is likely to be hurt, probably in front of my house (it's always in front of our house, I swear!), he inevitably deposits yet another pile of crap that may or may not leave my dogs ill long after I have done my best to remove all of it, yuck yuck yuck. And my Service Girl just got over being ill this past week which, of course, always seems to cost as much as if I were to go to the dr.
This is just ONE of the many weird issues in a stack full of issues hitting me right. I may choose to address this one because it is tangible and accessible, that would make sense. How can I really visibly and make quick work of the bottom feeders that go against the law and attempt to rake me over the coals for fun and games?? I have to hit them with paperwork and wait wait wait, then address their new corporation names and hit that one, it's enough to make you scream!!! But I do it.
I'm sick of it and sick of the bullshit, sick of raging down the street knowing I have to and yet knowing nobody gives a shit. I know I have never fit in here and I don't care but I don't fit anywhere either. I am in 2 worlds constantly flipping in and out throughout the day. My husband experiences this day in and day out with me on his day off. How can anyone live like that let alone live with someone that does that????? I am a serious case of nobody. When I feel okay the topics of conversation change so fast even the most well-meaning cannot keep up, how weird is that? It makes sense in my head but is unexplainable to others.
I am diving head on into the Spring Depression. I am whooped.
raining