Rosebud, yes. Why does life just come easy for some early in life-and I know many.
When I look in the mirror, all I see is a tense person. If I cant fool myself, Im sure not fooling others. Its a face of great stress. It crunches up.
Even though I am not at the very moment. Life has been hard and it shows. Im so tired. Does the stress of it all ever go away?
I guess those who laugh sponatiously are those without ptsd, I dont know.
Im just tired. And when I wake up, Im still tired.
Hard to separate my normal and the covid fatigue. Yet I want to connect. I am sensitive. I care how you are. I understand how you dont trust, but I really do care. Of course it scares me to care in real life because I have been burned so many times. I guess it is on me, who I chose as friends. I guess I like colorful people, and thats not the safest. One friend got mad at me because I would not take her to the city for an elective surgery during covid (breast implants). I felt it too risky. Yet I second guess myself. While I know that is really her problem, I take it on a bit.
Friends like this are not worth having. I have taken her for procedures before and brought her food after and taken care of.
Oh how I wish we were not so hard on ourselves. Are there any good people out there? I asked a neighbor to give me a jump when my car batter was dead, then he tried to jump be. Truth be told, a bit of a rape occurred. This was several years ago. I make excuses for others but not for myself. Its like a curse. Im not delusional or anything, but sometimes when Im watching the news, I wonder if Im really alive or if this is hell.
Since covid, I feel like I am abusing alcohol. Every couple days I am drinking something. Use to be that nights were lonely when my husband went to the office. Now he works at home so I sleep until 2-3 pm. I dont want to get up because with covid-days are lonely. I guess what I am trying to say is that now with covid, nothing is right...normal....usual for us.