'Ariel'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And I'm totally whining. Which just feeds into it. Buck up and deal.
You've been doing a lot of bucking up and dealing lately, and moving forward. There's no shame in feeling weary of it, or wanting to be further along.
Moving is absolutely the right thing to do. You won't be coming back to the same empty house, haunted with memories.
You've already physically changed yourself, and become much stronger.
You are loved.
That's a lot of complicated stuff in your brain. It's better to talk about it than to keep it inside and create an insano feedback loop. Because that feedback loop? Is not your friend.
I hate this. Makes me feel weak. And exposing it makes me feel vulnerable.
I am no inspiration, for anything or anyone. I can barely keep my own shit together. I've been fooling everyone, it feels like.
Maria, change is really fucking hard. Even good changes can knock you for a loop. Of course you are going to have days full of doubt. Part of that is normal fears trying to get you to stay where you are. Inertia is easy. Just tell inertia to fuck off and keep on moving forward. Those voices will get fainter.
Signed, Inertia is my own worst enemy
Maria, you are not any of the awful things that you're telling yourself you are. You are a wonderful, strong, and loveable person.
I hate this. Makes me feel weak. And exposing it makes me feel vulnerable.
Vulnerability isn't weakness. And you are safe here.
I am no inspiration, for anything or anyone. I can barely keep my own shit together. I've been fooling everyone, it feels like.
Sometimes you fake it until you make it. You've been pushing and pushing forward. I don't know where the "fooling" is coming from - you've been very honest about what you're dealing with.
Sometimes you need to let your inner drill instructor have a day off. Try to get out of your head and out of your house.
And exposing it makes me feel vulnerable.
Exposing anything *is* vulnerable, so you're right. But this is a safe place to be vulnerable, if that helps, even a little.
Grief isn't a straight path, Maria. Days like today are hard, brutal even, but its all part of the journey. Even the feelings of self-hatred and doubt. Be gentle with yourself, and know that those feelings may speak to certain parts of your experience right now, but they don't speak to any kind of enduring or eternal truth.
We've got your back.
I am no inspiration, for anything or anyone. I can barely keep my own shit together. I've been fooling everyone, it feels like.
Can you handle being an inspiration for some part of your life, and not all? Different parts to different people? Some might be inspired that you are willing to uproot and live by family. Others by how much you're getting into working out. Etc--can you accept there are at least portions of what you do that are inspirational, and that your whole life doesn't have to be?