It gets worse before it GETS BETTER, right?
It does get better, right? I'm not sure what's worse. Working myself into oblivion and chronic pain while repressing any and every emotion I may have had. Or being nothing but a pile of extreme emotions, mostly to the downside.
I got triggered today. Well, that's not the least bit unusual, but I had been coping better lately. I suppose the stresses of the last couple of days just got the better of me. I should be taking my kids for a bike ride, but the trigger just wiped me right out and zapped every last bit of energy. I hate it when that happens right at the beginning of the day. Then I just sank into uncontrollable, utterly hopeless sobbing. After that, the first thing I wanted to do was...well, I won't say here because I don't want to trigger anybody who has the tendency to the same strange self destructive coping methods as myself. Why on my stomach? I don't know. More area. Better hidden I suppose. But I stopped myself. told myself, I can handle this one. The next one, probably not, but this one, yes. So, I'm waiting for the next shoe to drop. I suppose I should get out of the house after lunch and reduce the odds. Or at least, reduce the access. Maybe I'll feel better. It's all just coping. Some methods are better than others. I just wish I didn't have to 'cope' all the time. I wish I could just go through a day and enjoy it and not have anything bad happen. And not be reminded of bad stuff.
I wish somebody could just program some good memories into me so I could recall those. I don't know if there ever were any or if they just got written over by all the bad. I am reminded of the question I often hear from the "be happy" gurus: "What did you do before you were depressed?" My answer would be "I was floating around in a womb".
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