First and foremost -
I wanted to thank everyone for the kindness you have shown me. It means more to me than I can say. As a child, my parents did not support me – the support you have shown me is unbelievable. I cherish every word. I haven’t been able to respond to each of your posts yet – still a little emotional, but at least the crying is under control. Haven't cried like this since a very young child

I lost it after I posted my story. Completely lost it.
It is hard to put into words, but I felt as though I had ripped a protective layer or wall down. I had no idea

what was under that protective layer.
Iphi recently explained it so well –
But what happened was that I was like a glacier - frozen solid. And a catalyst happened in my life - and I melted. And I started to feel all my feelings - and it was a wild, wild, wild ride. I would just be sitting at my desk working and I would feel grief, euphoria, despair, joy, frustration, anger, fear.
It was as if all my emotions in all areas of my life were frozen over time - and then when they thawed they thawed fast.
(Thanks Iphi - you have an incredible gift with words and they came at exactly the right time.)
It has been a roller coaster of a week, but it is much better now. What doesn't break us - makes us - eh?
I can’t thank all of you enough for your understanding, patience, and kindness.
((((Everyone)))))
Peace
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Now I need some help
I am emoting all over the place and am really struggling hard with an overwhelming feeling that I need to refreeze that emotion – and push it back down. I know logically this isn’t healthy – but a part of me is panicked and wants to go back to the old ways.
It hit home this week that a long time ago I learned that interaction with other people results in nothing but pain. My mechanism for dealing with this was to shut down, withdraw, not participate, not engage. Throw some dry ice on the pain – and isolate myself so that no one could hurt me again.
I literally had to force myself to post this (shaking as I post this). That old pattern is really struggling to reassert.
I don’t want to do that anymore.
I had a T who asked me what my favorite book was a child. He said that it explains a lot about who you become as an adult.
My favorite book was Ferdinand the Bull. It is a story about a bull destined for the bullring. He wanted no part of it. They would drag him in, prick him, wave red flags in his face, hurt him, and he just sat there and refused to engage. They did this a number of times, but eventually, gave up because he refused to fight. He was sent to a beautiful pasture where he found true happiness. He was left alone to enjoy the cool breezes, soft green meadows, and the butterflies.
I guess as a child this is what I wanted – to be left alone. I internally shut down, and to this day have little to do with others in the 3-D world.
So, I got myself where I wanted to be – I am Ferdinand the bull

, so why am I not happy here?
OMG :::::smacking hand into keyboard::::::
I am not happy because it does hurt when you get pricked – to deny that and bury it, I am carrying it with me aren’t I, as long as I try to deny the pain not acknowledge it, I will always be carrying it with me and will never be able to enjoy those meadows? Seems so obvious now – that book should be banned – totally impossible to be Ferdinand the Bull.
You guys must think I am off my rocker about this point – (I do too

- but this is really big for me – my coping mechanisms are really outta wack).
So I need to learn a new coping mechanism for dealing with pain – how do you deal with the pain?
All advice is greatly, greatly appreciated, and as always – sending much love to each of you!!
Peace