Glimmers of hope. #167 Continue reading “Glimmers of hope #167”
…she feels like she wants to cuddle me.
I want to scream. And again this is a post I feel like shouldn’t go here. I know I haven’t been on wordpress in a while. And I haven’t caught up on anyone’s posts. Yet I want people to read and respond. And feel bad that I want that when I can’t give that at the moment. Continue reading “I don’t know how to make sense of a therapist telling me…”
Last time I wrote this it was completely for myself to clarify what I was thinking – put it into some semblance of separation. My language on here recently really needs an upgrade! Whoops, I actually wrote elsewhere that I was going to close my laptop. I’ve closed that browser instead (there’s a tab I need to exit that I’m not ready to shut, so closing the window means it’ll come up when I open it – same as if I open the laptop, but it’s not open at the moment). I love how distractable I am! Continue reading “Questions for this therapist 2”
I have some questions for this therapist I met last week (and 2 weeks ago). Continue reading “Questions for therapist I met”
This is a random post I feel like I shouldn’t write on a reasons blog yet I’d love some feedback if that’s possible. Continue reading “Looking for a therapist. Random post”
I’m not sure what to title this post. Nor am I sure that I’m doing the right thing to write this out. I dialogued with myself when there was too much unnamed going on that I couldn’t handle. I think I want to share, as I want to know I’m not alone, and I’m pretty damn proud of what I did here. I think the most amazing part – to me – was that it actually helped. A little. Continue reading “Self talk – dialogue 101”
One Hundred and Eighteen. I hate you – don’t leave me. Book reviews anyone? Continue reading “One Hundred and Eighteen: I Hate You – Don’t Leave Me”
I’m in tears here. And, it’s okay. I’m allowed to cry.
I’m rewriting all the letters I wrote to myself out in a separate journal. I have them all over, dotted through my journals (and considering that I use on average a new journal every 2 months, sometimes less, sometimes more), and in various places online. I want them all together. Continue reading “He left.”
I’m in tears here. And I should journal. But this is something I want to write here.
I miss AH.
I’ve actually nothing else to say other than that. I miss AH. And there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. I don’t know what the right thing even is. Continue reading “AH”
I was writing this as though addressing AH. I began responding to his email. Which turned into a ramble. Which I’d love thoughts on, but I doubt this post will be read by anyone. Continue reading “Rambling about/to AH”
I’m going to try and put this down although I’ve no clue how to. As I’ve mentioned, I’m frustrated with you. It’s not that I think you’ve done anything wrong, I actually don’t, yet I’m frustrated. And not really sure how to explain it. I feel like you don’t hear anything I ever say. I know you’ve actually answered that before. With what I think is evident is not even latent. Doesn’t really help to know that. For it goes back to the fact that I feel like I’m talking a different language to most the universe.