Rusty Red
Well known member
Wednesday was a particularly stressful day for me. I shed a few tears and told my mom I couldn't take much more.
Later I ran to the bathroom while making dinner and glanced in the mirror. Holy hell. My face was broken out in hives (later realized it was eczema), which never happens. I freaked out thinking I had an allergic reaction to something. Then this tiny voice said hmmmmm.... Maybe just maybe your brain got a little irked at the work you have been doing and threw something new your way.
I'm still fighting doubts. Every time I run and get pain or nerve shots in my back, side, or abdomen, I get a little scared and uncertain. But I keep reminding myself if I was structurally damaged I would not be lifting these weights or running these miles. Only fear will stop me, so I have to stop fear.
To ponder today - I hold back the most from my mom. I don't tell her how angry I am that she owes me thousands, or doesn't hold up her end of living here for free, or nags me all the time. I still hold the notion that she's my mom and raised me. That's not to say I haven't cracked a few times but that's the exception. She is a frequent target of my JournalSpeak and I'm trying to get better about telling her if something is bothering me, but I doubt the topics I mentioned will ever come up outside of my daily journaling.
Later I ran to the bathroom while making dinner and glanced in the mirror. Holy hell. My face was broken out in hives (later realized it was eczema), which never happens. I freaked out thinking I had an allergic reaction to something. Then this tiny voice said hmmmmm.... Maybe just maybe your brain got a little irked at the work you have been doing and threw something new your way.
I'm still fighting doubts. Every time I run and get pain or nerve shots in my back, side, or abdomen, I get a little scared and uncertain. But I keep reminding myself if I was structurally damaged I would not be lifting these weights or running these miles. Only fear will stop me, so I have to stop fear.
To ponder today - I hold back the most from my mom. I don't tell her how angry I am that she owes me thousands, or doesn't hold up her end of living here for free, or nags me all the time. I still hold the notion that she's my mom and raised me. That's not to say I haven't cracked a few times but that's the exception. She is a frequent target of my JournalSpeak and I'm trying to get better about telling her if something is bothering me, but I doubt the topics I mentioned will ever come up outside of my daily journaling.