Not naming names, but someone in this household has become mildly obsessed with Finding Nemo. We went to an aquarium over the weekend and even found a Gil, a Nemo, a Marlin AND a Dory. There was much excitement (and also about 45 fits...life with a toddler, right??).
Anywho, I hate the brakes. The brakes come in many forms-a tough conversation, an inopportune phone call, an emotional slump, even just details of the day that don't pan out as expected. Screech....here we come to a halt. And we deal. Depending on the situation, dealing can be a number of things. Personally, writing helps me process my thoughts. I can talk too much. I speak my mind because I've done the work to know myself well. When I have a freak out (which I inevitably do especially now that I am attempting to date and be vulnerable and trust again), within a day or so I can usually trace what I am feeling back to something I experienced in the abusive situation.
Not to be all touchy-feely, but I try to be good to myself with self-talk, but sometimes I think the negative stuff like "who in the world would want to take on this minefield of emotional triggers?" I'm a sensitive soul. But I am whole. And I am a good woman. I know that much. So the answer to that horribly self-deprecating question is: the right man.
i am not what happened, but I AM affected by it. I do not think about it much, but it does come out in me emotionally. It is not a conscious choice or a fixation-it is scar tissue. So when I come to that fork in the road and those brakes squeal, I guess I have to just dive in to the lake beside the road (this metaphor is getting away from me...) and keep swimming, knowing that the right person will dive in with me. I am not even sure "where I want to be," but I know I don't want to stay where I am. Forward, forward-following that arrow. (2016 goal, revisited!)
Anywho, I hate the brakes. The brakes come in many forms-a tough conversation, an inopportune phone call, an emotional slump, even just details of the day that don't pan out as expected. Screech....here we come to a halt. And we deal. Depending on the situation, dealing can be a number of things. Personally, writing helps me process my thoughts. I can talk too much. I speak my mind because I've done the work to know myself well. When I have a freak out (which I inevitably do especially now that I am attempting to date and be vulnerable and trust again), within a day or so I can usually trace what I am feeling back to something I experienced in the abusive situation.
Not to be all touchy-feely, but I try to be good to myself with self-talk, but sometimes I think the negative stuff like "who in the world would want to take on this minefield of emotional triggers?" I'm a sensitive soul. But I am whole. And I am a good woman. I know that much. So the answer to that horribly self-deprecating question is: the right man.
i am not what happened, but I AM affected by it. I do not think about it much, but it does come out in me emotionally. It is not a conscious choice or a fixation-it is scar tissue. So when I come to that fork in the road and those brakes squeal, I guess I have to just dive in to the lake beside the road (this metaphor is getting away from me...) and keep swimming, knowing that the right person will dive in with me. I am not even sure "where I want to be," but I know I don't want to stay where I am. Forward, forward-following that arrow. (2016 goal, revisited!)