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« Last post by lighter on Today at 09:45:09 AM »
Well.... it's circular. Isn't it? Yup.
One needs to stop being affected by the Ns, but they keep being Ns, and that is upsetting bc one needs them to stop being what they are/doing what they're doing so....
one....
can.....
stay......level.....and not get....yoinked backwards.....into the N.....
Wait a minute.
I already know the N gonna do the N same daNg things.
I suffer, bc..... expectations. My expectations.
Ok....
my expectations for the N don't align with reality.
I have enough distance on it .....I can put it down, but snark, bite and nails POP up like a children's jack-in-the-box
everdang
time.
And I understand it's inside my head....my Nervous System. My unrealistic expectations.
And I know the way out.....in fact.... I'm going to pick one of my favorite processing things.....and do my best to get on with it.
::looking back at all the people I've done this with::.
I have a visual....
I'm standing at the entrance to a cave....a few away from a Cliff's edge....between the edge and the cave entrance.
Occasionally, I get rabbit punched...pinched....whacked in the head by a sharp rock, thrown from above.
I realize, I can step back, again. Into the cave's safety....and only worry about what's in front of me.
Just as I learned to step back from the Cliff's edge....where everything could hit me anytime, anywhere....it was up to me to notice, and look for ways to make myself safe.
Proximity to the edge is one part. Not enough.
So......again, it's resistance popping up. Needing someone to stop being/doing/and in this case, simply reminding me of trauma.
That's me.....learning, still learning to notice.....breathe....examine.....do I have access to choice?
I do, now....in this case....I do.
20 minutes ago I was all snark and emotional snot.
I don't like feeling how that feels.
I threw out the fresh Christmas wreath today.....not so fresh anymore, but still so fragrant. I stood with it to my 🔙 se, at the curb, and didn't want to put it down. It's one of the joyful things, real things...no. It's an actual happy place inside my entire being. Like my tomato garden....that.
Then I walk inside the house, read a text and ::poof::. happy place gone. Snark and mental snot land....and I know....I notice. I have.....choice....in the matter?
I do, but, first I have to finish processing it out of my dang limbic system....or, emotionally step inside the safe cave where I live in the present and stop reacting to things in the past, like they're still happening today.
And asvI moved through laundry, kitchen tidy, and noticing the messy snow/ice prep remains of clearing out the garage for 2 cars.....
I realize......
I played my own part in this sticky, messy painful relationship. I kicked, rabbit punched and bit back....and it wasn't at all subtle. I did that. Reactively, but I did it and I knew it would leave marks and now those are in the mix, as well as all the other marks, theirs, mine and involved others. Lordy.
But I still want out. I still want protection from reactions....I want that split second of choice....the respond/be responsive.....to myself AND the N.....to others....to do no harm, bc that feels worse, and accomplishes nothing I want.
I might want to teach, the N, but that's not my job. That time has passed, if it ever existed at all. And I realize, now. I kicked emotional dirt all over something I didn't need to and I want to stop feeling and kicking that dirt around.
And....
Resistance to this......
is.....
a little fear the N will DO something to drag me back out of my safe cave, which is me and mine to deal with. Not the N, who.....?
Will be......?
What the N is. I have no control over that.
Ok.....
This really is about resistance. MY resistance.
I'm going to walk in wet moss, write out my (I felt ____ when ____ did _____,)statement, then tap this down....and...out of my system.
I'm gonna write a (I feel____)statement of what I want....and tap it up ...into my system.
::noticing visual of T's shiny compassionate eyes::.
Nose off pebble.... there's light and space around this.....now. It's an actual process....for me...I can manage this.
Lighter