redpepper
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I went to a neighbouring city yesterday for a singing gig and got a chance to catch up with a friend of mine. Actually, I don't know him that well at all, as he gravitated to different people than I did a few years back. He was a godsend to me, more than he knows. Life is good, but I am so fucking wounded. I feel strong and then plummet and tremble at a moment's notice. He said some things to me that validated where I am at and made me feel less like everything is my fault, like it would be better off if I didn't exist.
He reminded me that I am a relationship geek, lol. Very true. I am.
Today I had a run-in with someone work related, and I'm left trembling and traumatised again. I can usually handle other peoples shit. I'm usually good at compartmentalising everything into my shit and their shit, but I've been taking everything on. I feel like the women I watched my mum work with at a home for battered women. They were so vulnerable, easily broken, cowardly under any harsh words. I feel abused, angry, sad and just helpless.
How do I get out of this feeling?
I talked to LB about the fact that we won't be going camping with Leo and his family this summer. He was visibly concerned and sad, but we had a long talk about how people come and go in our lives and how we just have to move on. I have been waiting to tell him because I wanted a clearer idea of alternatives. I am planning a camping trip for his school now and a birthday celebration for him on the May weekend that we usually go with them to camp. He seemed pleased with that and the conversation ended well.
He reminded me that I am a relationship geek, lol. Very true. I am.
Today I had a run-in with someone work related, and I'm left trembling and traumatised again. I can usually handle other peoples shit. I'm usually good at compartmentalising everything into my shit and their shit, but I've been taking everything on. I feel like the women I watched my mum work with at a home for battered women. They were so vulnerable, easily broken, cowardly under any harsh words. I feel abused, angry, sad and just helpless.
How do I get out of this feeling?
I talked to LB about the fact that we won't be going camping with Leo and his family this summer. He was visibly concerned and sad, but we had a long talk about how people come and go in our lives and how we just have to move on. I have been waiting to tell him because I wanted a clearer idea of alternatives. I am planning a camping trip for his school now and a birthday celebration for him on the May weekend that we usually go with them to camp. He seemed pleased with that and the conversation ended well.
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