Yeah I have a copy of The Body Keeps the Score. I probably could do with rereading it though. MY body is totally f*cked. I can't breathe most of the time. I am shallow breathing. I can't breath, if I breath I am totally overwhelmed by my physical bodily sensations. I am really struggling and I am really having a totally bad time of it. It is really hard. Moving into my own place has been really hard. I can barely manage to be in my body at this stage.
The PTW situation combined with talking to his ex and finding out all the verbal abusing, and domestic violence behaviours. It was most distressing. I said to B his long term lying really enabled a space for PTW to do his thing and lie so much to everyone.
I was terribly triggered by the friends of my new housemate coming to stay, as I entered the house found doors open to the outside and that goddamn women didn't even say hello. I found two outside doors open, and was about to ring the police and then realised that the "friends" had arrived. Their staying has pushed me beyond what I can manage. The woman is a bit of a selfish bitch, but she is in pain and scared as well. And she is so goddamned nosey, and really intrusive. OMG! So avoidance is the best way to go.
L's suicide has felled us all. I knew she was wound up and not in a good place but I was dissociated and didn't make contact. I was going to work with her next year. The memorial was this morning. The CEO was appalling in her comments, and full of total bullshit. She told me the EPA had totally supported the staff. H.R had told me what the EPA had done and I said that is negligence and legal action could be taken and she said she was absolutely livid. I told the young women don't go and see those psychologists, and they told me that they had already decided to go and see someone that was neutral.
B took on another project, and it is too much. I can't be in my body. If I start to feel my body I start eating. My sleeping is very poor. I am backed into a physical corner, and I am barely making it through the day.
I spent two hours with Papa Bear today. B arranged for a meeting with D, and he went to work, which he is was not well enough to go too. B keeps leaving too much to me. I keep taking it on. I keep doing too much for other people. I am blocking people by talking so much and being fawning and flopping. I am fleeing all the time.
I can't stop comfort eating.
I feel so terribly alone.
I am terribly dissociated, and feeling lost.