I dipped into depression last Thursday. It was quite a dip. But I was able to climb back out. Several things happened that normally would send me down again. Thankfully I have developed a thought pattern that is keeping me out. When I feel myself slipping again I put myself in the mind exercise and am currently able to recover. But I am beginning to see more about how the old stuff is connected with my struggle. In my experience, as these insights developed the healing follows. I am expecting some more shifts in the next 6 weeks.
In a strange dream two friends of mine, a couple, were able to stand in my experience as a child and feel what it was like to be raged at. In the dream they were able to offer me real understanding and empathy. It felt profoundly healing, so relieving.
Over the weekend, we went to a gathering at a friend's family home in the country. There were people from far and near of all ages across the weekend. Several encounters shown a light. In one instance a man sat beside me and began talking about a specific breed of horses. I am not an equestrian of any sort. He talked and talked and talked. I thought there would be no break and kept looking for others whom I could enter act with to get out of the situation. In the midst of it, I had a flashback to being talked to by my father who would drone on and on and on and demand that I maintain eye contact, not blink, not look away, not interrupt, not speak. Even just weeks before his death I was still unable to draw a boundary against this control and protect myself.
Later the same night I heard two other women talking about being trapped by this same man. I recognized why I felt trapped. And I happen to know that this man has very serious mental health issues and has lost much of his net worth because of it. I suspect he has some form of bi-polar at minimum, as did my father.
At some point, I had a glimmer of understanding about how make sure that I did not enjoy myself at such an occasion, how he would ride me about being in the way, bothering people, not making myself useful. I hope to remember more of the memories that surfaced so that I can work them out.