Diana-M
Beloved Grand Eagle
I’ve been doing more. Dishes every day. Walking in living room. Standing up a lot. I’ve been picturing leaving the house on various field trips. Tomorrow morning, come hell or high water, I’m going to get a pumpkin from the open market.
I’ve also started matching my behavior to my feelings. It’s happening on its own. I’ve surprised myself. Stuff I would never say before. I’m just blurting it out. Like “ your mother-in-law is a nightmare,” to my son when he complained about her. Usually I don’t say anything. But, she IS a nightmare! And she’s killing him! I hate watching it. I know the right thing to do is stay out of his business. But when do my feelings count? I guess today.
My narcissistic sister texted me again. Touching base to see if the last 2 times I ignored her were an accident. Nope. Still out of my life. I was happy to see I had ZERO guilt about that. It’s insanely freeing.
Meditation is going great! I’m getting down in the groove again.
BUT— my symptoms are insane. Turned up high!! Even some old ones from 40 years ago. IBS? Seriously? I laughed. But it’s hard to go up the stairs right now. And couldn’t sleep last night. My TMS is trying REALLY hard to get me to think maybe something is wrong. Maybe I’ll never get better. My legs and feet are super numb.
I know you can get into plateaus. And also extinction bursts. To be honest, I just want to be able to LEAVE the house, be COMFORTABLE using my props to help me get around, and happy. I want out of the house. I’m not content anymore. I want more.
You know, it’s funny. I have been doing my freelance writing with just my right hand and the thumb on my left (because of my cramped hands). I no longer think of how annoying this is. I just chug along. Happy to be working. That’s what I want everything to be like. I’ll deal with the cards I’ve been dealt. But don’t cage me anymore. And I’m the jail keeper.
I’ve also started matching my behavior to my feelings. It’s happening on its own. I’ve surprised myself. Stuff I would never say before. I’m just blurting it out. Like “ your mother-in-law is a nightmare,” to my son when he complained about her. Usually I don’t say anything. But, she IS a nightmare! And she’s killing him! I hate watching it. I know the right thing to do is stay out of his business. But when do my feelings count? I guess today.
My narcissistic sister texted me again. Touching base to see if the last 2 times I ignored her were an accident. Nope. Still out of my life. I was happy to see I had ZERO guilt about that. It’s insanely freeing.
Meditation is going great! I’m getting down in the groove again.
BUT— my symptoms are insane. Turned up high!! Even some old ones from 40 years ago. IBS? Seriously? I laughed. But it’s hard to go up the stairs right now. And couldn’t sleep last night. My TMS is trying REALLY hard to get me to think maybe something is wrong. Maybe I’ll never get better. My legs and feet are super numb.
I know you can get into plateaus. And also extinction bursts. To be honest, I just want to be able to LEAVE the house, be COMFORTABLE using my props to help me get around, and happy. I want out of the house. I’m not content anymore. I want more.
You know, it’s funny. I have been doing my freelance writing with just my right hand and the thumb on my left (because of my cramped hands). I no longer think of how annoying this is. I just chug along. Happy to be working. That’s what I want everything to be like. I’ll deal with the cards I’ve been dealt. But don’t cage me anymore. And I’m the jail keeper.
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