I know her
Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 7:38 pm
It's funny how I'm meant to be good with words and yet I can't seem to make any form a complete sentence right now. I guess I'll just start babbling and see where it takes me.
I should have known the signs this time around. Or rather, I should have known to listen to them instead of going into denial. Denial is just the easy option. I knew from the obsessive thoughts, the tearfullness, the lack of motivation that this was coming. I just didn't see how badly I would actually fall. In one way it's good that I did what I did as it really was a wake-up call but at the same time I was a total idiot and feel shameful, guilty, stupid, weak and a lack of control. I'm not sure if I am allowed to say here what it is that I did or else I would try to explain better.
I feel tired and drained. I put on that happy face for hours at a time because of my job, because I don't people to notice and because I have the vague hope that the fake smile will turn into a real one. I don't want people to worry and of course those who know about my stupidity do. I feel guilty about that. I feel guilty about a lot of things. I feel regret for so many things. I'm not proud of who I am. I have good people around me. Very good people, that don't deserve to be put through this again and yet are willing to be there. I hate that. I want to isolate myself and hide until this is over but they don't let me. In more rational moments, I know that's a good thing.
I'm afraid of slipping back into a pattern of self destructive behaviour again. And I am even more afraid of how comforting and familiar it is. I know this me. I don't like her, but I know her. I'm not sure if I can stop myself from being her again.
I should have known the signs this time around. Or rather, I should have known to listen to them instead of going into denial. Denial is just the easy option. I knew from the obsessive thoughts, the tearfullness, the lack of motivation that this was coming. I just didn't see how badly I would actually fall. In one way it's good that I did what I did as it really was a wake-up call but at the same time I was a total idiot and feel shameful, guilty, stupid, weak and a lack of control. I'm not sure if I am allowed to say here what it is that I did or else I would try to explain better.
I feel tired and drained. I put on that happy face for hours at a time because of my job, because I don't people to notice and because I have the vague hope that the fake smile will turn into a real one. I don't want people to worry and of course those who know about my stupidity do. I feel guilty about that. I feel guilty about a lot of things. I feel regret for so many things. I'm not proud of who I am. I have good people around me. Very good people, that don't deserve to be put through this again and yet are willing to be there. I hate that. I want to isolate myself and hide until this is over but they don't let me. In more rational moments, I know that's a good thing.
I'm afraid of slipping back into a pattern of self destructive behaviour again. And I am even more afraid of how comforting and familiar it is. I know this me. I don't like her, but I know her. I'm not sure if I can stop myself from being her again.