Post by presence on Jun 27, 2009 21:01:38 GMT -8
A friend who posts here copied a passage out of a book that describes this identity. And I recognized myself immediately.
That is an ugly thing to be. I know it is but I'm trying not to beat myself up about it. I'm not even trying to work my way out of it. But I do see it as a useless position to choose to put oneself in.
I need to grieve the loss of THE DREAM of what I wanted my life to look like while letting this identity go. I don't know how....but I'm not striving, reading everything I can get my hands on, not trying to cure myself.
I'm not doing anything. I'm okay to good at work though. Studying the material they've given me. Being off-duty is a different story.
I made myself go out with a new friend to a Shakespeare in the park thing. It was cold and I could barely hear but it was good to be out with people, eating, lying on a blanket.
Today, I didn't get up until 2 or 3 o'clock because there was no reason to...but somehow I was okay with that. I did spend too much time thinking of my POA...pushed it away...came back ... pushed it way....but I did not let myself fantasize about how it could be...
Now, I realize that longing for a POA somehow feels better than hoping for....nothing. The future is blank without something to work for...to wait for. And this still seems true even though my material/physical life has changed so dramatically--again...but nothing ever changes despite changes in location, job, etc.
There was a picnic at the church for the group home girls THAT I COULD HAVE gone to today but I haven't been involved in that ministry for a while. And truthfully. I've been disappointed that some of the friendships that haven't developed...mostly due to physical distance I think. I didn't want to smile at people and act like everything's okay.
I'm trying to stop working both sides of a relationship--even friendships so maybe following my feelings on this one was a good decision...since I can't be involved in this ministry right now anyway---too far, too much gas for my pay grade right now.
Anyway.....I've been lying about "being okay" for two weeks now. "I'm fine...how are you?" over and over. It's like having the flu and having something in your stomach that needs to come up and out (the wrong way round) but holding it down, holding it in feels right because letting it come up hurts and is disgusting. Yet letting it go is like letting out the poison your body trying to protect you from.
There's just nobody to trust or lean on. Nobody reliable.
My mother's been ringing the phone off the hook. Left me a message saying she wanted to have a "heart-to-heart" talk two days after father's day. Now, I COULD choose to believe that she heard me lie when I said, "I'm fine" OR I could choose to accept that she wants to lecture me about not calling my abusive father on father's day just as she's done annually for more than a decade. Uh...I think I'll let it ring.
I guess I feel less angry than I was a few days or a week ago too Something about it feels better. Posting here probably helped. Thanks again to all who responded. I'm think of death as a relief still--- but less often. The future seems like less of a horror show--just blank space now though.
I don't know that I'm feeling less despondent as I am feeling more accepting of it. I hope that's progress. I hope this is me moving into a more neutral zone from a miserable one...but I'm not sure.
I went to church and heard a sermon about King Solomon and depression and hopelessness...a sermon that seemed like it was written for me. Usually this sort of thing makes me feel like God IS PAYING ATTENTION...but I didn't hear half of it. My mind is so scattered and the family in front of me was up and down and up and down....
And I didn't care anyway.
Holding on,
Presence
That is an ugly thing to be. I know it is but I'm trying not to beat myself up about it. I'm not even trying to work my way out of it. But I do see it as a useless position to choose to put oneself in.
I need to grieve the loss of THE DREAM of what I wanted my life to look like while letting this identity go. I don't know how....but I'm not striving, reading everything I can get my hands on, not trying to cure myself.
I'm not doing anything. I'm okay to good at work though. Studying the material they've given me. Being off-duty is a different story.
I made myself go out with a new friend to a Shakespeare in the park thing. It was cold and I could barely hear but it was good to be out with people, eating, lying on a blanket.
Today, I didn't get up until 2 or 3 o'clock because there was no reason to...but somehow I was okay with that. I did spend too much time thinking of my POA...pushed it away...came back ... pushed it way....but I did not let myself fantasize about how it could be...
Now, I realize that longing for a POA somehow feels better than hoping for....nothing. The future is blank without something to work for...to wait for. And this still seems true even though my material/physical life has changed so dramatically--again...but nothing ever changes despite changes in location, job, etc.
There was a picnic at the church for the group home girls THAT I COULD HAVE gone to today but I haven't been involved in that ministry for a while. And truthfully. I've been disappointed that some of the friendships that haven't developed...mostly due to physical distance I think. I didn't want to smile at people and act like everything's okay.
I'm trying to stop working both sides of a relationship--even friendships so maybe following my feelings on this one was a good decision...since I can't be involved in this ministry right now anyway---too far, too much gas for my pay grade right now.
Anyway.....I've been lying about "being okay" for two weeks now. "I'm fine...how are you?" over and over. It's like having the flu and having something in your stomach that needs to come up and out (the wrong way round) but holding it down, holding it in feels right because letting it come up hurts and is disgusting. Yet letting it go is like letting out the poison your body trying to protect you from.
There's just nobody to trust or lean on. Nobody reliable.
My mother's been ringing the phone off the hook. Left me a message saying she wanted to have a "heart-to-heart" talk two days after father's day. Now, I COULD choose to believe that she heard me lie when I said, "I'm fine" OR I could choose to accept that she wants to lecture me about not calling my abusive father on father's day just as she's done annually for more than a decade. Uh...I think I'll let it ring.
I guess I feel less angry than I was a few days or a week ago too Something about it feels better. Posting here probably helped. Thanks again to all who responded. I'm think of death as a relief still--- but less often. The future seems like less of a horror show--just blank space now though.
I don't know that I'm feeling less despondent as I am feeling more accepting of it. I hope that's progress. I hope this is me moving into a more neutral zone from a miserable one...but I'm not sure.
I went to church and heard a sermon about King Solomon and depression and hopelessness...a sermon that seemed like it was written for me. Usually this sort of thing makes me feel like God IS PAYING ATTENTION...but I didn't hear half of it. My mind is so scattered and the family in front of me was up and down and up and down....
And I didn't care anyway.
Holding on,
Presence