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Recovery Journals / no returns
« on: March 09, 2023, 04:18:55 PM »
i was looking for something pos. to label this journal, and at the moment i couldn't find anything. so, here it is.
at my last session, i found it difficult to talk to my T about what's going on w/ me cuz it felt like i was ripping a bandage off a wound that hadn't healed yet and everything ended up raw and oozing all over again. i think that's why i've stayed away from writing here - it brings it all up again, everything i'm trying to pack down so it doesn't overwhelm me.
feeling fear is still so new, and so very awful. i truly don't know how people have lived w/ it all their lives. don't know how they've lived w/ any of their emotions, to be honest. it still feels very new, extremely painful, and the hurt i've accumulated over the yearscan now slam me like a sledge hammer. i know i couldn't have made it thru my life if i'd had them, tho.
that's a tough realization for me as well. but at the same time i can look back at everything and see how being unemotional saved me, even tho it took its toll on me and others in different ways. ugh, that hurts to admit it.
i'll leave it there. i don't want to go to mexico to live - that would be a very last resort. too hot, too dirty (i lived in the desert), culture of poverty w/ its own unique perspective. no, i really don't want to return to that. and that sentence gave me the title for this journal. i really don't want to return to where or what i was, so i'll keep pushing forward as best i can, thru the hurt and pain.
i'm working on getting my faith in myself back. it's gotten buried under everything. knowing i can manage or deal with whatever comes my way has gotten me to where i've wanted to go in life. didn't really have hope, but i had that faith in me. it was a good thing to have and i want to feel it, know it, again.
at my last session, i found it difficult to talk to my T about what's going on w/ me cuz it felt like i was ripping a bandage off a wound that hadn't healed yet and everything ended up raw and oozing all over again. i think that's why i've stayed away from writing here - it brings it all up again, everything i'm trying to pack down so it doesn't overwhelm me.
feeling fear is still so new, and so very awful. i truly don't know how people have lived w/ it all their lives. don't know how they've lived w/ any of their emotions, to be honest. it still feels very new, extremely painful, and the hurt i've accumulated over the yearscan now slam me like a sledge hammer. i know i couldn't have made it thru my life if i'd had them, tho.
that's a tough realization for me as well. but at the same time i can look back at everything and see how being unemotional saved me, even tho it took its toll on me and others in different ways. ugh, that hurts to admit it.
i'll leave it there. i don't want to go to mexico to live - that would be a very last resort. too hot, too dirty (i lived in the desert), culture of poverty w/ its own unique perspective. no, i really don't want to return to that. and that sentence gave me the title for this journal. i really don't want to return to where or what i was, so i'll keep pushing forward as best i can, thru the hurt and pain.
