Down

I write a blog for myself. I want to document my feelings and things that go on. If some people read it and find it useful – great! Some other people might read it and think it’s boring tosh- and that’s fine too. As I said, my blog is my diary, and being online is validating – as opposed to keeping a journal.

So with that in mind I’m writing how I feel right now. I hope that in a couple of days things will change.

Today I had therapy, it was a non event, she taught me breathing exercises which were pretty pointless thanks to a gaggle of young women outside the window being noisy. The only interesting thing that occurred was asking if I thought all men were dangerous, to which I replied instantly yes. All men have the capacity to get angry and then dangerous. She told me that wasn’t true. She wants me to recognise my responses as irrational and garner some control. Of course she’s right. I spend most of my life hyper vigilant and ready for an attack – it is exhausting.

Anyway, after therapy I felt quite raw, still tired from the night before and still processing so many things. I opted to go to Steve’s house. I didn’t want to be alone and my house somehow doesn’t feel safe like his. He was working from home and I told him I felt sick from everything and really sad. And I did feel really sad. He didn’t even glance up from his iPad. It was obvious I was a bore to him. I straight out asked him if he thought I should be over this by now. His answer was vague, but painfully clear to me. Then he went to get the kids. I sat for a while looking out the window and then realised there was no point to me being there. I was clearly emotional and I didn’t want the kids to see and Steve clearly doesn’t care so I have nothing.

At my house I’ve felt like I’ve come off my axis a little bit. Im feeling down. Miserable. Lonely. Afraid. Like I’ve failed because I’m not over it after all this time. The failure is a big one.

Interestingly I felt like I was getting somewhere after the group and chatting to my friend about things. I honestly felt things were changing. And yet they’re not. Apparently I’m just repeating things.

So I’ve hit a wall. I no longer know what I’m supposed to be doing. And worse still my mental illness is threatening to consume me because I’ve lost myself somewhere.

So this is how I feel tonight. Alone. Sad. Like a failure. And I’ve no idea how to get myself back on track.

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2 thoughts on “Down

  1. I know you said you write for you but I can relate to your words. I feel this mental illness will one day carry me away and I truly will have failed. But somehow I trudge on. And I read your blog so I know you do too… Hugs and positive light your way

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