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#1
Recovery Journals / Re: Post-Traumatic Growth Jour...
Last post by Desert Flower - November 23, 2025, 08:06:50 PMWow that sounds great SO! Enjoy!
"Before enlightenment, chop wood; After enlightenment, chop wood."
"Before enlightenment, chop wood; After enlightenment, chop wood."
#2
Recovery Journals / Re: Post-Traumatic Growth Jour...
Last post by SenseOrgan - November 23, 2025, 07:58:53 PMThanks guys! Just a sign of life... Will hopefully respond another moment. Thank youball so very much for being here.
I've been in the off grid situation for four days now. I started taking half a benzo daily because my sleep wouldn't behave and that's really rough over here.
Staying physically active is not a luxury here. Also mentally it's very important. So it's been working with the benzo's. Sleep is good enough to keep going.
The isolation and alienation I've experienced here so often and so intensely hasn't showed up thus far. I feel actually quite shockingly okay being here. Being part of OOTS plays a significant role in it. I feel some of the connection in the background, so to say. I'm not treading the emotional waters as I did all my life. The pills/sleep are a major factor here too. It's great to experience anyway. High alert isn't switched on. It's odd to feel so relatively relaxed here. It's not the cirumstances, I guarantee.
As long as there's daylight, I try to keep going. It's practical stuff all day. Mostly cutting trees. Basic tools only. Machete, bow saw, stick, pick axe, sledge hammer, that sort of stuff. It's a jungle here. I'm constantly climbing over and under fallen trees on slippery, rocky slopes. I've developed my own way of doing this over the years. The key is to be careful, precise, and not to hurry. And have some luck too. My chainsaw was stolen years ago. I'm actually glad. Scary machine. There's something incredibly rewarding in working with hand tools. The machete is often a lot quicker too. It's all very rough. Exercise all day. I ache all over. Full of scratches and bruises. It's all good.
I realised what it is that I'm doing here. In this mad place. I'm playing. It's hard to do something remotely like this at home. A part of me does feel at home here. A twelve year old kid, enjoyjng living in nature. Apart from the insanity side of doing this, this is trauma work too. To play. I've learned to not take things so seriously here. The hard way. I used to be very invested in the project. It's a lot better to have already accepted that it's not really up to me what happens. Makes the journey so much lighter.
I've noticed that my mind has been exceptionally quiet these days. Much more than before. I'm not even formally meditating here. I work when it's light and sleep when it's dark, basically. It's been a really good start. I do expect some emotional challenges at some point, but no need to worry about that now. Mainly just enjoying myself.
Much love.
I've been in the off grid situation for four days now. I started taking half a benzo daily because my sleep wouldn't behave and that's really rough over here.
Staying physically active is not a luxury here. Also mentally it's very important. So it's been working with the benzo's. Sleep is good enough to keep going.
The isolation and alienation I've experienced here so often and so intensely hasn't showed up thus far. I feel actually quite shockingly okay being here. Being part of OOTS plays a significant role in it. I feel some of the connection in the background, so to say. I'm not treading the emotional waters as I did all my life. The pills/sleep are a major factor here too. It's great to experience anyway. High alert isn't switched on. It's odd to feel so relatively relaxed here. It's not the cirumstances, I guarantee.
As long as there's daylight, I try to keep going. It's practical stuff all day. Mostly cutting trees. Basic tools only. Machete, bow saw, stick, pick axe, sledge hammer, that sort of stuff. It's a jungle here. I'm constantly climbing over and under fallen trees on slippery, rocky slopes. I've developed my own way of doing this over the years. The key is to be careful, precise, and not to hurry. And have some luck too. My chainsaw was stolen years ago. I'm actually glad. Scary machine. There's something incredibly rewarding in working with hand tools. The machete is often a lot quicker too. It's all very rough. Exercise all day. I ache all over. Full of scratches and bruises. It's all good.
I realised what it is that I'm doing here. In this mad place. I'm playing. It's hard to do something remotely like this at home. A part of me does feel at home here. A twelve year old kid, enjoyjng living in nature. Apart from the insanity side of doing this, this is trauma work too. To play. I've learned to not take things so seriously here. The hard way. I used to be very invested in the project. It's a lot better to have already accepted that it's not really up to me what happens. Makes the journey so much lighter.
I've noticed that my mind has been exceptionally quiet these days. Much more than before. I'm not even formally meditating here. I work when it's light and sleep when it's dark, basically. It's been a really good start. I do expect some emotional challenges at some point, but no need to worry about that now. Mainly just enjoying myself.
Much love.
#3
Recovery Journals / Re: Desert Flower's Recovery J...
Last post by Desert Flower - November 23, 2025, 06:07:32 PMAnd again, I had been doing pretty much all right for the past weeks, although things were too busy again.
And then, this weekend, it all came crashing down on me again. It really wasn't a pretty sight I'm afraid.
Last week had been too much already, I was being evaluated at work (nothing but compliments but that doesn't seem to matter or sink in) and then, without me being able to rest even a little bit, I went straight into a weekend with my old time friends in our holiday home. Okay, here comes the 'shoulding'. It should have been nice, shouldn't it. But the thing is, like last year, I'm so anxious of making any little 'mistake', doing/saying something stupid like burning the soup (I didn't). And a weekend like this consists of constant conversation between the five of us and it is just draining to me. And then I started feeling bad about being so drained, and needing to get back to work tomorrow after an exhausting weekend with everybody thinking I should have had a nice weekend.
And my dear h (without properly consulting me) had planned to celebrate his birthday with his sisters' (who annoy me for different reasons), also during this weekend. And his idea was, good for me, I was not gonna have to be there because I would be away. But me, on the contrary, felt I HAD to be there for his birthday and I just felt torn, well ripped apart is more like it. I just completely stressed me out I 'had to' be in two places at once and then this morning, my friends asked me how I was doing and it just all came pouring out of me, I just fell apart completely.
- Trigger warning -
I had been talking about my 'disorder' during this weekend, which is good, but part of me wasn't sure they really understood how debilitating this is (how could they?) and wanted to be seen. But then, as I started crying my heart out, of being soooo afraid of taking up any space for me, of just really needing to NOT go to my h's birthday thing (involving a bowling alley and a family dinner!), now I was afraid of showing myself to be such a mess. But they were most kind about it and understanding. And one of the friends said 'this is a fear of death' and it is. This was recognition. The old fear of being left alone and dying as a baby when your M will not come to comfort or feed you when you need it. Because that will make the baby stop crying (my M's words). Well, I'm still crying. The old fear of any slight dissaproval or being disliked because that will make matters even worse. Trying to get the abuser to like you, because you hope he will treat you better then (he did not). I hope I'm making sense here.
So finally, I did NOT go to the birthday thing, I just wasn't able to at all. I reassembled myself a little bit, drove home (scared because I've still got the summer tires, should have changed them by now but I forgot), got myself a snack lunch and then slept through the afternoon, no one home. Alone at last, silence, sigh. I'm now feeling calmer. I am safe.
And I am on a trauma patient panel and I filled out their questionaire on (dreading) the holidays, and somehow it just felt good to check seven boxes for the types of trauma and abuse that I suffered (that's half of the possible traumas they listed). Felt like recognition.
And then, this weekend, it all came crashing down on me again. It really wasn't a pretty sight I'm afraid.
Last week had been too much already, I was being evaluated at work (nothing but compliments but that doesn't seem to matter or sink in) and then, without me being able to rest even a little bit, I went straight into a weekend with my old time friends in our holiday home. Okay, here comes the 'shoulding'. It should have been nice, shouldn't it. But the thing is, like last year, I'm so anxious of making any little 'mistake', doing/saying something stupid like burning the soup (I didn't). And a weekend like this consists of constant conversation between the five of us and it is just draining to me. And then I started feeling bad about being so drained, and needing to get back to work tomorrow after an exhausting weekend with everybody thinking I should have had a nice weekend.
And my dear h (without properly consulting me) had planned to celebrate his birthday with his sisters' (who annoy me for different reasons), also during this weekend. And his idea was, good for me, I was not gonna have to be there because I would be away. But me, on the contrary, felt I HAD to be there for his birthday and I just felt torn, well ripped apart is more like it. I just completely stressed me out I 'had to' be in two places at once and then this morning, my friends asked me how I was doing and it just all came pouring out of me, I just fell apart completely.
- Trigger warning -
I had been talking about my 'disorder' during this weekend, which is good, but part of me wasn't sure they really understood how debilitating this is (how could they?) and wanted to be seen. But then, as I started crying my heart out, of being soooo afraid of taking up any space for me, of just really needing to NOT go to my h's birthday thing (involving a bowling alley and a family dinner!), now I was afraid of showing myself to be such a mess. But they were most kind about it and understanding. And one of the friends said 'this is a fear of death' and it is. This was recognition. The old fear of being left alone and dying as a baby when your M will not come to comfort or feed you when you need it. Because that will make the baby stop crying (my M's words). Well, I'm still crying. The old fear of any slight dissaproval or being disliked because that will make matters even worse. Trying to get the abuser to like you, because you hope he will treat you better then (he did not). I hope I'm making sense here.
So finally, I did NOT go to the birthday thing, I just wasn't able to at all. I reassembled myself a little bit, drove home (scared because I've still got the summer tires, should have changed them by now but I forgot), got myself a snack lunch and then slept through the afternoon, no one home. Alone at last, silence, sigh. I'm now feeling calmer. I am safe.
And I am on a trauma patient panel and I filled out their questionaire on (dreading) the holidays, and somehow it just felt good to check seven boxes for the types of trauma and abuse that I suffered (that's half of the possible traumas they listed). Felt like recognition.
#4
Neglect/Abandonment / Re: I had to save myself, caus...
Last post by Kizzie - November 23, 2025, 05:40:22 PMI am so sorry to hear you were never believed and constantly invalidated Lady Boar, that teaches us about our worth and value as a human or lack thereof. It's good to hear your H and T believe in you and support you, that can make quite the difference when it comes to recovery/healing. Just the fact that you revealed your experiences to us here shows you are moving forward. 
I can imagine as you remember and validate your family's treatment that you would struggle to interact with them. There's a lot there to deal with and anger and grief to feel.
I can imagine as you remember and validate your family's treatment that you would struggle to interact with them. There's a lot there to deal with and anger and grief to feel.
#5
Recovery Journals / Re: Desert Flower's Recovery J...
Last post by Desert Flower - November 23, 2025, 05:35:20 PMSo yes, the retreat went very well. (Seems a long time ago though.) I had some difficult moments and I was aware enough of them happening and I did what I needed to do to calm myself. And I realised, I actually felt that when I don't make issues out of things, there is no issue! Wow. This pertained to my M particularly. I was in the retreat for three days when I realised I had not been thinking about my M at all. She was not an issue apparently. But realising that, I instantly felt guilty about that. And then, I was able to let the whole thing go. She is not an issue anymore.
#6
Recovery Journals / Re: Post-Traumatic Growth Jour...
Last post by Desert Flower - November 23, 2025, 05:29:16 PMHi SO, I'm thinking of you being off the grid. You're being brave stepping into that, whatever it brings. Very BIG of you!
#7
Recovery Journals / Re: starting over
Last post by Desert Flower - November 23, 2025, 05:22:02 PMHey San, just catching up on you here. I think you're doing so great sifting through everything that's going on in your mind and your life and making wise, conscious choices. I agree with Papa Coco that is what sets us apart. We're willing to look what's actually going on.
I'm happy you got at least some of the meds you need.
Just wanted to share I've got stuffed toys as well and they do help. One of them I that retreived the other day is just plain "Teddy". But he's not plain to me because my grand mother made him for me when I was little, she always used to make us stuff, she was crazy about us. And I had a very rough weekend just now (I'll put that in my journal not to crowd yours too much) and I had been ashamed to take Teddy with me and I wished I had.
Take care dear San, see you!
I'm happy you got at least some of the meds you need.
Just wanted to share I've got stuffed toys as well and they do help. One of them I that retreived the other day is just plain "Teddy". But he's not plain to me because my grand mother made him for me when I was little, she always used to make us stuff, she was crazy about us. And I had a very rough weekend just now (I'll put that in my journal not to crowd yours too much) and I had been ashamed to take Teddy with me and I wished I had.
Take care dear San, see you!
#8
Recovery Journals / Re: I Am
Last post by NarcKiddo - November 23, 2025, 05:17:53 PM You're doing so well in not allowing it to discourage you. Hope you feel better soon. #9
Emotional Abuse / Re: Death by a Thousand Cuts
Last post by Kizzie - November 23, 2025, 05:16:49 PMI just read the article and it's eye opening so thanks for sharing it. It's the clearest article about intergenerational transmission of trauma related vulnerabilities at the molecular level I've read to date. I've always known my trauma was nurtured by my parents' own traumatic histories (and of course by their abusive/neglective behaviours toward my brother and I), but I didn't realize the extent of the impact on a deep physical level, pre-birth even. I also thought as CPTSD survivors we suffer from constantly high levels of cortisol, but the article makes clear that things at the molecular level are more complicated.
I know the article was about PTSD, but I am stoked to see this level of understanding about the impact of trauma. I think as the author suggests this holds the promise of new types of treatments that will likely extend to CPTSD.
Yay to science!
I know the article was about PTSD, but I am stoked to see this level of understanding about the impact of trauma. I think as the author suggests this holds the promise of new types of treatments that will likely extend to CPTSD.
Yay to science!
#10
Recovery Journals / Re: Dalloway´s Recovery Journa...
Last post by Papa Coco - November 23, 2025, 05:10:10 PMIn a book I'm reading now, the author says that it isn't the abuse/neglect that caused the long-lasing trauma, but the fact that we had to deal with it alone.
I am now of the belief that human connection is the one thing that we all need, and our lack of it is the biggest reason we suffer.
I'm really happy to read that you had such a profound healing through feeling connected with others.
I am now of the belief that human connection is the one thing that we all need, and our lack of it is the biggest reason we suffer.
I'm really happy to read that you had such a profound healing through feeling connected with others.