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Sadness
Regret
Hollow
emotion and tears well up...I flatten
them down and refuse to feel
and then nothingness
Everything I do is on my list.
My secret “how to live life so no one knows you aren't really here”
list. I haven't used that list for two years now. For two years,
plus another four months if I count my inadvertent thawing, I have
been waking up to my own emotions, feelings and pain. Lots of pain.
I've dealt with it and had much needed help doing so. I spent
several weeks feeling and a few being suicidal. I think I was in that dark place again for about five weeks . I thought it would be
a long time, maybe 3-5 years before I would cycle back around to
being that bad off again. I was wrong.
I got to the point I could be in church
and the triggers and dissociation didn't necessarily happen every
service and when they did it was manageable. It took the better part
of two years to get to that place. Even then there were plenty of
days where I didn't function well and was checked out and not able to
do the mom thing.
NO. MORE.
I'm done.
I'm done working so hard to be okay and
honestly thinking that this time it will work. This time, because
the message is so different and I'm believed and and and... There is
just no fixing me. Not a real fix, not real healing, no truly
getting past the PTSD and dissociation and the failure of being a
good mom, who is truly and always here for my kids. I can't give
them these two years back or all the other years where I was trying
to find help, but I can give them a well programmed mom who does the
right things at the right times(with just a little bit of lag). This
I can do. This is what I'm good at. I've done this my whole life
except for those times when I longed for something more, something
real and for the experience of having real emotions besides anger.
I've done the emotion thing now for the
last year or so and it's just not worth it. I've experienced the
good emotions in what I think are genuine feelings. It was amazing to
feel, really feel happiness and to laugh spontaneously without
thinking about it and cuing myself to laugh. As great as all that
was I can't keep those good emotions without also keeping myself
open to their opposites. The price is too high and I can't keep
paying it.
Tears are turned off
feelings are being dampened
I'm starting to look ok again.
The true test will be when we tell the boys and we send them away. Until then, I practice for the big day. The day when I rip my heart to shreds and pretend it doesn't hurt.
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