- wants to go to art store later maybe any company? #
- is tiny and likes the sims #
- veryanxious #
- my new work at home (sorry is dark) setup http://t.co/XXxQUNT4 #
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i feel like i’m missing the mark, lately. like when i do the work to stay afloat, to go to work, i miss the chance to stay with my emotions. no matter how consciously i try to stay open. i know this is a common point of view, and that my best emotional work has all been done in periods when it feels like i’m moving nothing. i can think of things to point to that represent progress. doing trauma work almost every week, this stupid crap with the cages and the bondage and the punishments has been slowly working its way through my guts. it is so hard to talk about to anyone, but i manage to get some things said, not much, nothing like what we experience inside. everything seems to lay together like it was mortared, too, because outside of these memories we have been working on opening to our anger, particularly to our “unjustified” anger, the kind that is petty and unreasonable and stubborn. in some way, stubbornness is just a refusal to step outside one’s own perspective.
it’s relatively easy to admit to the pettiness in the abstract, to say without examples how unreasonable and frustrating we find ourselves, how exacting, how unacceptable, how angry, how irritated; but in the concrete, it stays thick and stuck, tarred to our inside. in the first place it’s nearly invisible to the fronts, and/because it is … just… it’s just not okay. often i can’t even identify what the anger pretends to be about, but it still holds someone responsible, holds a hostage. i know that my attitude is a problem and gets in the way, i know that i have to find a way to open to these feelings more. but it overwhelms me. after all, the resistance to the anger is as important as the anger, as therapeutic to work with. but the irritation gets all over everything. it’s hard to concede things. like that you can be mad at someone and not want them to change, not want them to have done anything differently. when others are angry at us, we always react to them as if they were expecting us to change.
oh, writing this makes me sick, everything makes me lost, and the sound left ringing in my ears is just “waste, waste, waste”. wasting time, wasting life, wasting energy, a waste of a person.
speaking of which, we told our therapist about our recurrent thought that has been coming up lately, which is the idea that we are too broken to be revived or saved. or even just that we are so broken, and it takes so much work to do the smallest things, that we should just die and let someone else have our place. we just need to work so much harder for everything. of course that is crazy logic, it is logic that leads to slaughter and eugenics and perpetuates the trauma that broke us in the first place. but while we don’t agree with it for anyone else, for ourselves we just keep thinking it. we just need to scrap it and start over. it is a bust. but anyway, we told our therapist about this, and she said we were angry. and it hit like a… not a *ton* of bricks but a good amount, at least one brick. i don’t even know how to process it. it’s just an interesting thought.
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