so here i am. all this work. years of it. only in the last year making progress but now that i have a t that "gets me" (and is leaving grrrrrr) i've finally made lots of progress. i should be doing better, right?
WRONG - i'm a basketcase. i finally let the part that hurts so badly talk in t - first time i've let her "out" there and what does she do? does she appreciate it and keep things in control? noooooooooooooooo of course not. she opens the emotional floodgates and leaves me a basketcase unable to stop the flood of emotions...
so a three hour trip turns into almost 5 as i cant get home because i'm switching between rational and stupid hysterical and cant drive. and then when i need to call for help, does my cell phone have battery? of course not.
stranded in orlando. the magical fun city. miserable and alone.
yes, i bet you've read between the lines and noticed my anger. i'm REALLY mad as a part of this emotional flooding... i hate mad. scares the daylights out of me.
idk what to do.
ugh
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