Diana-M
Beloved Grand Eagle
A great surprise happened for me today!
One of my worst triggers is when I spend time with my adult kids. Today was Mother’s Day and 2 of my kids and one daughter-in-law came over.
Another of my triggers is walking (in my walker, or otherwise) in front of people. I lock up and get almost like sleep paralysis.
So, right before my kids came to my house, I was walking across the living room and I was locking up as usual, in anticipation of their visit. And honestly, I one hundred percent didn’t care. Not fake like I didn’t care. I mean I just didn’t care. I had a great time with the kids. I wasn’t nervous. I walked slow and all the rest. But it had zero impact on my day. I had a great day.
I know this is a huge victory. And I am grateful to this forum for learning how important that is and for learning how to do it.
I will also note that last night I journaled more than an hour and wrote letters I wasn’t going to send to my husband and the kids who came over. It was ugly. I said heinous things. I tore it all up and threw it away.
When my kids came I felt nothing but love for them.
This is a weird ride. But hey—it’s working. At least I feel really good. My existence is good. That’s all you can ask for.
One of my worst triggers is when I spend time with my adult kids. Today was Mother’s Day and 2 of my kids and one daughter-in-law came over.
Another of my triggers is walking (in my walker, or otherwise) in front of people. I lock up and get almost like sleep paralysis.
So, right before my kids came to my house, I was walking across the living room and I was locking up as usual, in anticipation of their visit. And honestly, I one hundred percent didn’t care. Not fake like I didn’t care. I mean I just didn’t care. I had a great time with the kids. I wasn’t nervous. I walked slow and all the rest. But it had zero impact on my day. I had a great day.
I know this is a huge victory. And I am grateful to this forum for learning how important that is and for learning how to do it.
I will also note that last night I journaled more than an hour and wrote letters I wasn’t going to send to my husband and the kids who came over. It was ugly. I said heinous things. I tore it all up and threw it away.
When my kids came I felt nothing but love for them.
This is a weird ride. But hey—it’s working. At least I feel really good. My existence is good. That’s all you can ask for.
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