So I'm at alow point physically today. These come and go. They're closer together since the wreck. As I sit here I sense a deep well of sadness. It fits the day.
Its new that I am able to name this. Its new that I'm not paniced by it.
Actually something else new today, I have several times already today felt the shaking edgey weirdness that the new way of seeing things I learned from posts last week by a poster who's name I have already forgotten, (Forgetting is one of the most debilitating effects of my abuse it destroys almost any possibility of a normal relationship with a normal good person.) has me thinking may be anxiety rather than some "otherness or one of the feelings" left over from the abuse or part of the abuse which I always thought of it as. I was always correct I just never knew its proper name.
Edited by kidneythis (06/25/10 07:29 PM)
As Mark Twain once quipped, history may not repeat itself, but it does rhyme.