I am wondering if part of grief is blaming ones self for what happened, because that is where I am at right now. I know I did not kill my cat, but I blame myself for not taking her to a vet when she was acting weird, right before i left for Ubud. I feel safe to express here, and warm and nourished from the miso I had earlier. I feel a little more...clear or confident or something. I did some cleaning today and that always makes me feel a bit more together.I still feel sad, but also bouyant, and confused a little still, but not as much as I have been.I feel mature lately, and much stronger than when I first returned home. I feel energetic today from the supplements I took with my porridge earlier. Feeling more centred.
I feel happy that I made it past the stage of needing comfort like hugs and cuddles, but a bit sad that I deprived myself of this comfort. I was not able to meet that need or that goal in spite of knowing that it's ok to ask for comfort. In some ways it's probably best, as the person I wanted to ask is probably not that good for me, but in others I feel a bit like I'm a chicken for not just asking him, when I know he would have given me what I needed.
I am feeling a little frustrated at not having anyone to have sex with. I don't want to go looking for casual sex, and I have toys but it's not the same as a real human body to connect with. I need sex. I'm tired of being on my own, and tired of having no one to cook for or cuddle up to. I've done being single to death, and I'm more willing to open to a relationship now than in the past. I don't need to be fully healed to be in a relationship.