What Are You Feeling Today? Not Thinking, Rather Feeling! Can You Identify Yours?

[BlackbirdSinging]

Anxious. Hyper vigilant. Rejected. Confused. Frustrated. Impatient. And a little angry :shifty:.

 

[rainy_daze]

I am exhausted :sleep:. :tdown:

 

[ms spock]

I feel disappointed that I am having trouble managing to do things like my art, writing and housework. Pleased that I made it through this last week.

 

[goingonhope]

I am feeling exhausted and spent from very hard work. And, I'm feeling very slow, disconnected and spacey right now from earlier jolts.

 

[ms spock]

I feel pretty stressed. I went to art classes and the SI, panic, anxiety and feeling bad about myself came up strongly.

I realised that whenever I have to make a decision that this stuff happens, it is a result of complex childhood trauma of the PTSD. I did some refuting of my thinking and feelings. I thought things through rationally and challenged and rethought things again.

It was a really tough day.

 

[Changing4Best]

RESENTMENT.

I may have to spend a half hour or two with the person who stole my meds awhile back. I ran into her the other day and today I may end up on a bus for a half hour with her, as well as another half hour on the way back. So far I have not let her know that I know (she was caught on video tape, so there is no doubt).

When I ran into her the other day, I avoided her by saying I had to "get moving" and so the pain of betrayal was not that bad. However, to be stuck in a small bus with her for two half hours is more than I can think of or bear. She was supposedly my friend. HOW COULD SHE HAVE DONE THIS TO ME! I trusted her with the key to my apartment, in case I should need to go to the hospital, so she could take care of my dog. (I had the lock changed later, of course).

I pretended that nothing was wrong the other day, but if I should have to be with her today, I doubt I can pull that off so easily. The only thing I can think of to say is that I am not in a good mood, which would be true.

The whole thing has been reported to the police. They have a copy of the video. I have no idea if she's been arrested and charged and then posted bail, or if the police have not done a thing. All I know is that I saw her the other day. She did, however, look as if someone had punched her in the mouth. She claimed it was sun poisoning, but I sincerely doubt that.

God says that vengeance is His, so I shall wait for His lead. If what happened to her is her punishment, so be it. Since I could not supply the police with her last name, only her first and her cell phone #, I do not know if they were able to find her, if they have enough evidence to press charges or what. I also know that sometimes they wait to arrest a person, seeing if they can gather more evidence against them. This might well be the case too. Only God knows!

All I hope and pray is that I don't end up on a bus with her on my way to Therapy this morning. I have something more important to talk to my therapist about than this, and I want to deal with that more intensely. I know that with time, the mysteries and feelings about the theft will dissipate. This other problem is much more pressing.

PRAY FOR ME PLEASE! Thanks.

 

[Froggie]

Relieved, my son-in-law fixed the printer bogge, I can now do my things. Thanks M.

 

[SweetPeaandSunBird]

I'm very anxious this morning and I'm not sure why -- so I'm confused too.

 

[Chincho]

I feel full of energy and exhausted at the same time. I guess the first is the medication and the second is myself.

 

[99Phoenix99]

Relieved yet confused.

This morning I woke up from a dream. That dream being a memory from when I used to play soccer and was the goal keeper. I LOVED playing soccer. There was nothing like it, the adrenaline and sheer joy. It was a high for me. Just having that dream of being in a game woke me up with my adrenaline pumping.

Usually that would be considered a good dream but for me that's always been more of a nightmare for me. I became very ill when I was being scouted for colleges and universities. And that illness made it so that I could never play soccer again.

Usually after a dream like that I'd find myself crying. Upset at how that was taken from me. Today? I felt longing yes, but no crying.

I guess this is good. That I'm slowly accepting and moving on with my life. But it's disconcerting that now I don't know what my reaction will be anymore. Hopefully it'll just get better with time so one day I can look back on soccer with smiles and good memories and not the feeling of being jaded.

 

[Lady of Longbourn]

Impatient. Ugh.

 

[ms spock]

I feel stressed.