Stream of consciousness
A page in the diary "surprise surprise"
Written by g463 15. Jun 2008 11:26 PM
I'm doing okay. Making reasonable choices. Not wanting to, but making them anyway.
Went to Borders today. Thought that it would constitute my big outing for the weekend. Sat and read books, bought a couple, and looked around wondering if anyone else had nobody to be with every weekend, and feeling surprised that in a big city its so easy to be alone. I've lived here for 20 years, and have struggled to find friends. Every weekend, nothing to do, nowhere to go, and nobody ever calls me. Don't want to start a pity party, but you know, I've tried to meet people before. Joined groups, organisations, struck up random conversations. These things last a while, and then begin to fade.
Resisting the urge to SH - not that I ever do in the usual way - my MO is different to most.
Resisting the urge to indulge in drugs that make it go away. Wondering what 'it' actually is. Feel like the over-indulged spoilt kid having a tantrum. Not having a tantrum though, and whatever 'it' is, it's real enough to me.
Funny how the SH thing is about the need to inflict pain upon myself - moreso than purely feeling anything. Got a bit smug about my ability to internalise my stuff rather than take it out on everyone else, then realised that it's nothing to be proud of.
I don't understand PTSD. I can see how other people respond to things, but can't make the connections somehow to respond in 'normal' ways myself. I do have flashbacks and vivid dreams, and with them come symptoms that feel out of control. I do what I'm told, and breathe...relax...take a reality check... Works in the moment, but what about long term?
Another week ahead of putting on my work hat. It is a flame-out (thanks to whomever helped me put it in perspective by sharing that idea with me) but being that work hat, is more me than I am. She's more alive, more human, more humane, more empathic, more concerned, more social, more centered, more real.
The weekend hat I wear is much the same as the weeknight hat - often reaching out, but rarely finding it a reciprocal experience. I tell myself I'm 'peopled out' just to excuse myself from feeling alone.
Maybe this is all there is, in a way. It could be worse.
:)