Friday, June 15, 2012
Trauma sucks. It has reared its ugly head in my life right now (and in the past) in a way that is much more than I can handle at moments.
Insomnia sucks on a good day. When it is related to trauma...it sucks even more. It is in the wee hours of the morning and I"m sitting at my kitchen table. Once asleep night terrors wake me up or they don't and my husband ends up waking me up. Wondering "why are you breathing like that?" and many other things as he attempts to wake me, make sense of it for himself, and get me to talk to him. There is no talking about anything. I give up and get out of bed.
The last week has thrown some things smack dab in my face. It may appear that I've completely fallen apart. This isn't really true. I've come unglued. Fraid and tattered a bit. But I'm holding on little by little.
I've managed to stay away from self harm/destruct behaviors over the last month or so. It hasn't been easy. It is a slippery slope. And one that I've come close to falling down many times. Each time I've picked myself up, choosen to not engage myself in the battle and continued to move fwd and face the pain and ugliness at that moment. J* mentioned today she wanted to hear me "own it...and mean it". I will OWN IT...I KNOW I've done it.
At times that obstacle of staying on top of the slope is to much. Nothing is accomplished. Nothing is gained. Everything is lost. All of the internal dialog work to find a safe space and not engage in self harm.........it was gone in a split second tonight. All to numb/drown out the pain.