June 7, 2023 (cont.)
Both mentally and emotionally, I was off today. I feel like this unmovable anchor in my life got a serious yank before I even got out of bed. Writing can do that to me, which is why I’m writing now. I’m trying to see the truth in my life.
- Got out of bed grudgingly. Not because of work. Because of feeling ripped from my normal. I wanted something called “safe”.
- Left without my keys. Had to go back, forgetting to put the garbage out.
- Lost a tool at work. I told people who are safer, but didn’t tell my super. I could only imagine him flipping out, threatening and shaming me, so no fucking way. I left without him knowing.
- I realized that I assume some will be only negative…but I was only imagining other’s negative responses. I know this, but people will often meet you where you’re at, and even play out what you’re seeking. One person comes with a smile, and others match him. Another comes with a snarl, and quickly people are moody and discontent.
So, in short, I felt really disconnected from my normal mental and emotional reality.
One thing I noticed myself doing repeatedly was:
- I found myself looking to blame others for only imagined offenses. I never had any issue with anyone in real life; this was all in my head. Because if it’s “your” fault, it takes the pressure off me. What prompted me was a fear of painful rejection, and ultimately, abandonment. As in fearing a total loss.
Lastly, I’ve been writing for 20 minutes, and I’m looking at the last paragraph. What kind of pressure do I put on myself to not fail? That’s my sticking point, my never-ending push to not be caught fucking up.
I’ll just write this: Can I disable this? I’d give a lot to be able to do that.