Just to say, I'm not sure
@Survivor3 ? , success is measured in many ways. What is the saying, about ~he who overcomes his own self has overcome greater than an army, something like that? I do think (personally) there is something ~strange about success, being over-rated. In the sense people who often have it want more, or something else. If it were an end in itself they wouldn't. I haven't met you in person, but you sound kind, encouraging, forgiving. You are overcoming a heart attack, ptsd, changing your life, you've quit drinking. You always reach out to others when they're down. Sounds very successful to me.

I hope you will be a bit kinder on yourself. And drop any pre-conceived notions of what 'should' be. They just limit who you are supposed to be. IMHO.
I have many things on my mind this second, but my neck is killing me, and I'm sick to my stomach most days now, but there's a big job I have to go do. I was thinking days ago, even in general, I wish I had the means to be able to make decisions I would choose. I thought for my life, of the saying, ~someone will tie a belt around you and you'll go where you don't want to go. So I'm trying to be more graceful about it. Though I can't say it didn't lead to lots of looping thoughts; of unworthiness, hopelessness. And also drawing the conclusion I am a burden, and have been, and good I suppose my choices are taken away. I did go so far as to tell myself don't go down that path- any path.
i also feel left in pieces after this point in the pandemic, and that I cannot be re-assembled. I don't belong anywhere or to anything. Lego missing pieces.
I also am thinking about the people in Ukraine, Russia, Poland.


I heard something also today, that I had thought of days ago. I think it is easier for me to seem like a light switch, letting people or things go, temproarily or long term, or just not being inclined, because I am not 'normal'. 'Normal' people care what others' think more, want to put on their best face, care that they are cared for. I never really thought of that as a possibility, so was never my intention, doesn't cross my mind to receive, or to care someone would think of me to give. I guess I've always been grateful simply to find safety, not concerned with attachment. They were talking today about trust, but I feel kind of ashamed because I never shared except for requirement, or desparation, though I sometimes did knowing vocalizing was probably the only way I would stop my landslide to suicide. However, I suppose it 'is' trust as I only said to one person, and originally anonymously (unless something I say could help someone maybe). But I (also) guess I never felt like I had a voice worth hearing. I guess though it was still thoughtless and burdensome. I know I myself am tired (of myself), never meant to be a burden.

But, then I do'know', too, ptsd lies. But it never feels like it.