I am feeling a little restless and bored. I just have to be patient and rest. I am getting better.
I can eat again which is good. I am drinking lots of water. I can remember to do this now, which is great.
I have felt wistful about my life and my options this week. It is hard to be so sick on your own. I have twinges of sadness about not having a family for my lifetime. I can also see how the lack of skills that I received from my family or origin, has meant that I have stuffed up friendships a lot - from basic things like choosing inappropriate people, to rescuing and being co-dependent, to really not being able to tolerate closeness and pushing people away. I haven't realised how much I have been the biggest problem in my own life in terms of relationships and connections. I am coming to terms with this more and more. I think this is a positive thing and a good step - to come to terms this to a deeper level.
I have missed out on a lot of opportunities and that is sad. I have missed out on employment, jobs, study, research, belonging and having a life. I wish that this wasn't so but it is, and that is how it is.
Occasionally I have this little thought about what is the point for someone who has missed out on so much - how can I find my way. How can I ever get it together. What is the point of someone like me going on? But just being alive goes against the abuse of my family. I do contribute in many ways as well.
So I am not rescuing people and taking on other people's lives - and it is such a different way to be in the world. Profoundly different. So it is hard to be in this different space. I feel a little bit lost and lonely.