A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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Artist: Bon Iver Song: Flume [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] I was so ready to write and say that I'm starting to snap out of this episode that I'm in. I’ve been trying incredibly hard to just swallow down the things that triggered it. Just going in and out of dissociation while trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. Trying to essentially just hold conversations as best as I can when someone messages me. Although I’m clearly not coming across as myself because a few people I know in real life have mentioned that I’m very quiet and asked if I’m having migraines, which sounded like a good excuse to me, so I just said yeah. In reality, I’m not doing anything as normal. Not eating as normal, not sleeping as normal. I’m having nightmares pretty much every time I fall asleep. I wake up panicked, gasping for air and regret sleeping in the first place. I’m not able to hold conversations like normal. I’ve even tried to respond to emails or comments here and my fingers just freeze over the keys. My mind slips away. Somehow, the panic attacks and nightmares are a "good" sign, interlaced with the dissociation because it means I am starting to come back to what is my reality. Cycling between the two is a signal that I'm going to be back to my anxiety-riddled self in no time. Unfortunately, I still haven't gotten my medication situation figured out. Maybe my brain was trying to protect itself long enough for me to get it sorted. Failed you there, brain. So anyway, yesterday, after another work day spent completely spaced out and falling even further behind, I decided that enough is enough. It’s absolutely necessary that I drop back into reality by whatever means necessary. Whether I have to medicate myself or drink my brain into submission or go find my toxic ex to straighten me out. Doesn’t matter. Gotta figure it out. That was the only thing on my mind after work. And then I got a message from my mother. And unbeknownst to her, I got re-triggered and immediately started spiraling yet again. So all of that I’m gonna act normal for real this time “positive” self talk got obliterated. I was lying in bed last night and all I could think was, like, god, how raw... Just how raw and how painful the emotions are surrounding this trauma. I don’t want to feel that. I don’t ever want to feel that pain or think about those things. That repeated mantra of I don’t want to feel this, I don’t want to feel this, started giving me some kind of strength. Like, if I don’t want this feeling to hurt me, I don’t have to let it hurt me. Which led me down the path of thinking about stoicism and how that has helped me in the past when I needed something to tell myself to help me feel okay enough to get me through when there was no other option. You know, like Aurelius, Zeno, Epictetus, Seneca, etc... And I thought of this quote that I used to just roll around in my mind sometimes: “If a person gave away your body to some passerby, you’d be furious. Yet you hand over your mind to anyone who comes along, so they may abuse you, leaving it disturbed and troubled—have you no shame in that?” Again, like old times, I just rolled this thought around in my mind, fully knowing that those who have left me disturbed are soundly sleeping. They never think of me. They’re not a hostage of their actions- I am. They don’t sit around thinking about the abuse they delivered- I do. And I thought, how unfair. How unfair that they get to go about living their lives as normal when I’m stuck in the past where they trapped me. But at the same time, how unfair of me to allow myself to be held hostage by people who don’t even care. How unfair to give them power so long after they were done with me. It comes down to control and letting go of the things that you cannot control so that those things cannot control you. I don’t know what I’m really getting at here, except that I need to break out of whatever loop I'm in right now. Just need to probably quite literally meditate on it and figure out my next move. I know I'm getting close to getting my mind in a place where I can at least feign normalcy. If I can get to that point, I can declare "victory" on this round. Only love is all maroon Lapping lakes like leery loons Leaving rope burns, reddish rouge |