It's one of life's most obnoxious ironies that the more you need help, the harder it is to ask for it. Maybe that's not true for everyone, I don't know.
Hooray for being cast-free! I liked the boot a lot more.
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It's one of life's most obnoxious ironies that the more you need help, the harder it is to ask for it. Maybe that's not true for everyone, I don't know.
Hooray for being cast-free! I liked the boot a lot more.
Yay, cast removal! That's excellent news!
It's one of life's most obnoxious ironies that the more you need help, the harder it is to ask for it. Maybe that's not true for everyone, I don't know.
This is totally true for me.
Congrats on getting the cast off! once you're walking again, I'm sure you'll be more comfortable and more mobile.
It's one of life's most obnoxious ironies that the more you need help, the harder it is to ask for it.
Holy shit. Um, yeah. Damn. (When did I get so clueless?)
Hooray for the cast coming off, Zen! I'm sorry this discussion has brought up some bad things for you.
I also read something on Tumblr this morning about procrastination, and I'm surely oversimplifying, but it was about the fight/flight/freeze response.
If you're faced with a threat, those are the possible responses. Fight--get angry. Flight--avoid. Freeze--procrastinate. When you know you can't fight something or run from it, what's left is just freezing up.
I'm sorry this discussion has brought up some bad things for you.
Thanks. It's okay though. This has been simmering on the back burner for decades. I'm either going to deal with it or, y'know, just keep ignoring it.
If you're faced with a threat, those are the possible responses. Fight--get angry. Flight--avoid. Freeze--procrastinate. When you know you can't fight something or run from it, what's left is just freezing up.
My therapist said that there are 2 other slightly more complicated options: Submit, which is letting it happen but not fighting, and a 5th option that I can't remember the name of, but is basically Stockholm Syndrome -- you identify/align/agree with it to try to make yourself safe. I can never keep straight how those 2 aren't the same, but I have therapy tomorrow and she often has that chart out, so I can check.
So I may have made a strategic error. The cat who has been hanging around our yard, who I named Slink tonight? Who is almost absurdly sweet and affectionate for one whose skinny state suggests not a lot of regular feeding? Has been given food and water and affection and she has not left my porch.
I love everyone in this bar!
Srsly, though, y'all have had a front seat to the therapy and meds journey I've been on for over a decade now. It is 100% worth it. I've been lucky to find therapists who were a good match for me and to finally find meds that haven't pooped yet. I still struggle, so much, but I've come a long ass way from Bev having to drive 1.5 hrs each way to do my dishes for me.
amych, I don't see the issue! Welcome, Slink the yard kitty.
How is allowing a cat to choose you a stretegic error, amych?
Zen, you are precious and lovely and wonderful. You deserve care and healing. You also deserve to define what those mean for you.
Please keep dealing them out, WS. Because they're helpful, and you are worth the work, too.
You know, decades ago, I was in such a deep depression that I was convinced God no longer loved me. I would have told anyone else on the planet that God loved them, just not me. I am so thankful that I know how to get the help I need before it gets that bad now. But I do sometimes need reminders.