Still washout day 2
Something came to mind maybe 30 minutes ago. I’m on a 4 day weekend, taking paid time off, so I’ve been home all day. No outside challenges. But plenty of work going on internally. I’ve felt it, and I have looked for it all day.
About 30 minutes ago, partway through a movie, I stood up, and my mind woke up. In my head I heard and felt something I’ve never felt before. I quickly felt where I was at, I felt the adult part of me trying to be heard, but a wounded kid was, and is, still leading daily choices.
In my head I felt an adult part of me say, rather honestly, “what the hell are we doing here?” Like he could see all available choices, and he was frustrated with the choices I’ve made. I didn’t feel shamed. This was me, and he was certain to get me out of my mess.
My mess: figuratively and in real life.
If my outsides reflect my insides, I’ve been making intentional choices to remain in chaos. I’ve lived here at this place over a year, and it looks like I’m still moving in. Most of my stuff is still scattered in boxes and bins. Not a “restful” place. I just sleep (and hide) here.
Relationships: my brother, the one I was left by when I was younger, texted me last night. FACT: we only text during holidays and birthdays. And he contacted me during washout (really!!!) , to share a YT video which reminded him of a fight he pushed me into when I was maybe 10. I critiqued him (pushing him away) in my head. I didn’t reply…partly since I don’t want to lie emotionally to him. Or lie to myself. (I’m trying to numb my awareness of how I feel)—did I just say that? That’s how I’ve done with him all these years.
But my choice reflects old wounds I’ve been carrying: “don’t reach out, don’t respond…he’ll probably hurt me.”
That’s exactly how I treat others, male and female. I usually…keep my wall up. Lonely AF.
And taking risks at work: nada. Zilch. I’ve been employed by my company for 7 years, and I’m making no stretches to do more. A few people have asked me about it this past week, so I’ve been wondering what I’m doing. Or WHY I’m doing this.
REASON: In every choice, in every relationship, I’m still trying…(don’t want to share this…but I do)…I’m trying to not repeat or be reminded of old wounds. The ones I’ve been coddling and protecting all of my life.
I’m usually bsing, trying to look good. Look sharp. FACT: I don’t know what is happening, where I’m going, or who I’ll be. I think I’m in the middle of “letting go” of old beliefs.
This is opposite of how I normally live (“look good, look strong”, all that). No fucking clue what’s next. Presently, my “guard my awareness” filter isn’t working. It’s made up of fantasies and false realities as I look forward. Presently, it feels disabled.