Layne
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Apparently I needed a little break from all this work. After the webinar I ... But this morning while I was listening to the call from the webinar with John, I started taking notes and that turned into a journaling session. I feel like it could have been me on that call.
I had a pretty big breakthrough. I realized that my fatigue started in June 2011 when I did the HcG diet. I had always blamed the HcG for the fatigue, like maybe it screwed up my body and/or hormones. But HcG is produced in much MUCH higher doses when a woman gets pregnant, so it's not likely. I JUST realized this morning that it coincides with the time I left my husband a year prior. I hadn't ever thought of this before. I left him in June 2010. My anxiety skyrocketed at this time. I also realized that (per the conversation with John) my anxiety was trying to cover over something. That something is sadness/grief (and I bet some pretty intense guilt.)
John talked about how he is never late and I started thinking about how I am also never late and I wondered when it started. I think it started when my grandma died when I was 10 or 11. I used to blame myself for her death, because I thought I had made my family late going to visit her. I asked my mom about this recently and she told me that I wasn't actually with them that day. I could have sworn that I was the one who had made them late! Anyway, when my mom told me grandma had died, I remember her hugging me desperately, sobbing, while I just stood there, numb. This is the origin or at least the best memory I have relating to the feelings that expressing sadness/grief is not ok - which is why I have never grieved the loss of my marriage. And thus, ended up with fatigue.
My grandma is connected with other issues I need to resolve as well, such as some very deep issues with shame. which connect up with the IBS and thus connect with a traumatic experience involving my ex-husband and his losing control of his bowels in public (he is a paraplegic). I had NO IDEA she was such an integral part of my development, but I guess it makes sense since my sisters and I spent so much time with her. Wow.
Thanks for letting me get that out
I had a pretty big breakthrough. I realized that my fatigue started in June 2011 when I did the HcG diet. I had always blamed the HcG for the fatigue, like maybe it screwed up my body and/or hormones. But HcG is produced in much MUCH higher doses when a woman gets pregnant, so it's not likely. I JUST realized this morning that it coincides with the time I left my husband a year prior. I hadn't ever thought of this before. I left him in June 2010. My anxiety skyrocketed at this time. I also realized that (per the conversation with John) my anxiety was trying to cover over something. That something is sadness/grief (and I bet some pretty intense guilt.)
John talked about how he is never late and I started thinking about how I am also never late and I wondered when it started. I think it started when my grandma died when I was 10 or 11. I used to blame myself for her death, because I thought I had made my family late going to visit her. I asked my mom about this recently and she told me that I wasn't actually with them that day. I could have sworn that I was the one who had made them late! Anyway, when my mom told me grandma had died, I remember her hugging me desperately, sobbing, while I just stood there, numb. This is the origin or at least the best memory I have relating to the feelings that expressing sadness/grief is not ok - which is why I have never grieved the loss of my marriage. And thus, ended up with fatigue.
My grandma is connected with other issues I need to resolve as well, such as some very deep issues with shame. which connect up with the IBS and thus connect with a traumatic experience involving my ex-husband and his losing control of his bowels in public (he is a paraplegic). I had NO IDEA she was such an integral part of my development, but I guess it makes sense since my sisters and I spent so much time with her. Wow.
Thanks for letting me get that out