Back and forth goes my mind:
Do not write today, nobody wants to hear this crap.
But isn’t that the point of this blog?
Maybe so, but whining for the sake of whining is helpful to no one.
But might it help… me?
Very, very abbreviated (and censored, I have a bit of a potty mouth in my “verbal” life) account of what’s going on in my head. Well, here goes nothing…
I am sad today, I was sad yesterday, and the day before that.
My best friend’s father passed away, too soon, and with some tragic circumstances attached. I am sad for my friend, I am even sadder for his Mom.
Although my father has been dead for 22 years, anytime the death of a parent comes into play, I relive that experience as if it just happened. I dream about it, it is my first waking thought, and I feel like I can’t escape it.
So I’m sad that my father is dead.
I feel strongly that I should be able to get a better handle on my emotions, but can’t seem to do it. I’m angry and impatient with myself for how much I’ve been crying, and then I’m sad that I’m mad.
And then I’m confused over which exact emotion I’m even feeling.
I’m sad that my friend will read this and think he has to comfort me, when it is I who should be comforting him. I wish I could prevent this post from going into his inbox.
Today is my son’s field day trip, and for reasons that would take to long to explain, I can’t go with him. I am really, really sad about this.
I have abused the only crutch I feel like I have left… food… for the past three days and have probably reversed any good I have done in the weight loss department (slight silver lining: this has kept me off the scale, so at least I’m not compulsively weighing myself). I am sad that I gave in to this instinctual need to comfort myself with things I know will not comfort me, sad that I just sidelined my diet, sad that I have to admit this mistake.
The out of control eating has left me sluggish and unable to exercise as I feel I should, which panics me at the thought of a rapidly approaching 5K to which I committed. I am frustrated that I can’t get the proper perspective on this subject, and I am sad that I am not exercising as effectively as I was.
I am tired of myself, and I feel guilty that I am subjecting myself to all of you.
I am sad that I am not using the tools I have been so generously given.
As I type, I feel a pinprick of an emotion that has been foreign for the past few days… hope. I am hopeful that shining the light on these troubled thoughts and feelings might banish them, or at least lessen their severity so I can get back to a better place mentally. We’ll see what happens, but I guess a glimmer is better than none at all.
Gratitude for my friends in the blogosphere for “listening!”