I read somewhere that people with trauma try to downplay the trauma, saying it's not as bad as what others have gone through.
This is exceedingly common among people who've experienced trauma.
The way my brain shies away from verbalizing the details of losing my beloved, I think it's time to accept that yes, it was traumatic. Stupid, stiff-necked Puritan ancestry, trying to tough it out through everything.
Tell your inner Puritans to clock out for a while so that you don't have to tough it out.
"He proposed on his birthday, which is so sweet, because I don't like sharing my birthday with anything. So now it's like his day is my day too!"
Noooooooo. Is she actually, literally a praying mantis or some other parasite?
"I have champagne taste with a beer budget. *sigh* It's definitely how I roll."
Is she actually, literally a praying mantis or some other parasite?
HAHAHHA Please let this be true!
I do think it's really a kind of instinct. Because maybe if it's not as bad as what happened to someone else, you can believe the impact is not that bad to you.
Right. Like many things, it's a coping mechanism, but it has side-effects. It's not inherently bad.
The Lexapro is like finally getting rid of the gigantic eyesore in the room but then finding out how much clutter had collected behind it. Time to get the mental dumpster.
The Lexapro is like finally getting rid of the gigantic eyesore in the room but then finding out how much clutter had collected behind it. Time to get the mental dumpster.
I really really REALLY get that.
Praying mantis woman left the store without buying anything.
My sister-in-law made my wedding dress. I would have been happy going to the courthouse in jeans.
Jesse I wish I was excited about the prospect of dating. I just want to like someone who magically likes me back with minimal meeting of new people that are not that. I really want someone from my past to swoop in, be perfect for me, and live happily ever after.
No, I know. I was faking enthusiasm. I would like that as well, except not with anyone from my past. My one former coworker married the FedEx guy; that sounds good to me!
I do think it's really a kind of instinct. Because maybe if it's not as bad as what happened to someone else, you can believe the impact is not that bad to you.
Yeah, that.
I have had the longest week ever and I can't imagine how I'm going to get through another day. Every day has had a field trip, which just makes it seem longer.
I'm trying not to be annoyed with USPS because they claimed they couldn't get into my building to deliver a package, but they are supposed to deliver to the leasing office when that happens. And they didn't leave a note, so I can't tell them to GO TO THE LEASING OFFICE.
I have a boarding pass. I have to do all the things tonight, but I have drafted a high level project plan. I think this means I should go outside and get some sunshine.