It hasn’t been a great week.
Hurting with physical pain from gynae problems and joint problems.
Going between guilt for worrying and burdening my family and not being able to do what I should, and feeling cut up that I’m “in the way” to them and need to be compartmentalised so I don’t intrude on their life – the part of it they actually want not just feel obligated to do.
Seeing far too many things. ..scary things. ..that aren’t there… that are hallucinations from memories that grip me and shake me.
Wishing someone would hold me and tell me it would be alright even when the flashbacks come.
Working through water or a fog each day and knowing I’m getting it wrong and doing wrong and so so tired.
I slept about 4 hours tonight if that. Tomorrow is group therapy again. I am so scared to go. I will go because I mace this commitment to everyone in the group, the therapists, and to trying to get better, to God, and I won’t throw away what I’ve been given. But I’m scared. I don’t know where we are, I don’t know how to be, I don’t know who to trust, and I can’t trust what I did trust or where I thought we were before. Everything unraveled last week. I wish I need not speak. I wish I could just sleep and stop it all.
I will try to go forward thankful. I will ask thankfulness for another day, to learn to thank our God for revealing His loving kindness in the tiny little helps of each day and pray to notice and see them not just the mess in my head. I will try to work to make something beautiful – even just draw, colour, sew, write to my family and my closest friends who mean so much to me simply by still somehow being here.
Somehow this moment will pass but good will remain. I’m trying to believe.