Re: processing reflections on comment, “I don’t care what you do. I do want you to do well and thrive.”
To manage attachment, I turned the first half of the comment into a mantra. Even my clock ticking meditation, hijacked. Each word pounding out a reality related to separation of client/therapist. Then, wanting to report in about the gratitude homework progress has been ambushed by spite. Angry conversation between client and therapist: C: completed major step in gratitude homework… acquired container and objects. Use not yet habit; working on it. T: Oh what did you get? C: “Why should I tell you? How is that helpful?,” said with anger and spite. You said, ‘I don’t care what you do.’ Why share with you details of what the container or objects are? Leading to sadness exploring the scope of ‘what’: Doing the homework itself is also a what? Which specific class picked is a what?
Phrase hurt when I first heard it. Creating the mantra was meant to face reality, but maybe mistake from the start. I’ve weaponized a truth into self-harm. Managed to completely suck the joy out of looking forward to sharing successes & plans.
Used as rubber band snap on every back slide when thoughts/feelings need examining as attachment-related behaviors. Believing first part of the comment is easy. Second half bounces off while first half sticks. How do I learn the second half, in healthy way? Accept caring with no entanglement? Why can’t I hold both truths simultaneously?
Harsh self-judgment.
Journaling
-
Split Statement Struggle
-
Clock Reset is Real
Re: Patterns is Heaviest
MedsPregabalin 25mg Capsules – 1-2 daily as needed for anxiety and pain[via PDoc]
- Received help to manage anxiety but doesn’t change core beliefs
- Decreased physical pain, such as walking and stairs
- Sleeping 8 hours
- After 8 hours of reduced movement = some zombie effect and stiffness
Factor75
- Meals working well, ease to cook & clean up, improved digestion, eating regularly, taste ok, one less thing to manage.
The Previous Roommate
- PO confirmed he knows he’s not returning here. DOC referring him to residential program. Waiting to hear about coordinating logistics (key return, breathalyzer pickup, possessions storage).
- Started packing his things. Found more unexpected items that brought up a mix of memories, feelings, and questions.
Patterns
I don’t remember what I already reported about history of attachment. I have numerous stories that are too long as dailies. What would another need to know, in lieu of long stories? And, I want to know: what did I do or say that made him suspect newest attachment? Am I doing something unconsciously that I will want to fix?
Work
- Struggling to stay focused. TGIF.
Feeling
- relieved, conflicted, exhausted, curious, zombied
-
Managing Diagnosis vs. Absorbing
Re: anchoring the rewire in motion
Been thinking, when another shared his concern about managing diagnosis vs. absorbing it into identity. I think I’m on the managing side – bipolar is a condition, not who I am. I have realized the real anchor isn’t the diagnosis. It’s more about believing I don’t deserve a place in the lifeboat – that I’m not worth saving when resources are limited. That’s the core worthlessness – and feeling broken, unfixable – that makes everything harder.
Complex feeling: wanting to prove I’m on the good side, but worried you’re seeing something I’m denying.
I want to explore hypnotherapy. If the real anchor is this worthlessness/broken belief from decades of reinforcement, maybe therapy and medication alone can’t touch it. Could deep rewiring help address what other approaches haven’t reached?
Feeling: discouraged but unwilling to give up
For a long time I’ve been considering a yin yang tattoo. I know that could look like absorbing diagnosis into identity (literally ink into skin), but for me the yin yang represents the motion, oscillation between poles, constant re-balancing. The symbol isn’t static, it’s a snapshot of perpetual movement. That’s what the symbol represents, not a fixed state I’m stuck in.
Feeling: desire, uncertain, self-doubt (want one, don’t know if it’s the right symbol to use as a tattoo, wonder if I’m too old) -
Clock Rest
Re: ownership, ugh Friday.
Things That I Am Doing Solely for Me- Continue exchange with penpal. Been 4 total (2+2). Need personal plan to prevent burn out. No danger of transference. He is an intelligent, kind, interesting human – without attraction. Feeling: gratitude, anticipation
- Daily check-in privilege. I claim this as all mine. I love the 1500-character limit challenge. Like tweeting only better. How to be the concise without destroying the meaning? The link to attachment upload feels comforting as emergency escape—yet huge temptation. Must accept the process as “turning the message over to the universe”; get free of the anxiety or attachment to specific outcome. Feeling: reassured about going well on the other end
- Writing. Personal history, journaling
- Claude conversations.
Things That I Am Doing for My ExLoC
- Making a firm effort to not let T, L, or ELC happen. Feeling: begrudgingly challenged: seems scary and hard
- Meeting up with people from work for celebration regarding important project milestone. Feeling: social anxiety
- Loving when another, or getting him to, smile and/or laugh… Oh wow, huge sudden insight: I think I actually put this in the wrong category. This is mine. This is totally for me. He is only in the equation because he is in the equation. It is nice to receive simple positive feedback that I am witty intelligent funny… oh. but as soon as I write that=self-doubt. Anyway if he doesn’t understand, that’s ok, cuz it wasn’t his.
-
Crisis Line Failed
On Monday, I called my PDoc office. Been so emotional I left a voicemail asking for anxiety medication. Unable to make contact. I called back to write down the number for Dane County 24-Hour. Mental Health Crisis Intervention Line, which was mentioned as part of the outgoing message. I called the line, however the operator said I didn’t qualify, not acute enough, and he had to let me go, to deal with people in more crisis. Later I realized the number is just a referral service, not for people actually in crisis. Who knew?
Feeling: disappointed, let down, abused
Leaving messages for PO is not working. Then I wonder what is my role in keeping track of previous roommate next steps. I have not been answering the numerous calls from him; I don’t have anything new to say. I’m stuck between packing his belongings or burning everything. Or give in, cave, to his request to come back.
Feeling: Confused. Cowardly. Uncertain.
A friend continues to repeatedly criticize past decisions. An impulsive $30 purchase weeks ago, for the Executive Function 52 card set – arrived. Been over thinking the business environment messages and distracting myself with user interface and design critique. “Act first, feel Later. You don’t need to wait for the mood. Starting often creates the motivation you were missing.” (Not good for feelings of self harm? Emotionally, just kidding; intellectually, not).
Anhedonia is drastically heightened. Struggling to perform at work.
Feeling: stuck, just surviving. -
Saying No, Anxiety
- Asking for the open Wednesday crisis slot equals giving up Friday regular appointment equal major fuck that… sure I guess if that’s what I have to do.
- Anxiety about further conversations with Philip is causing a great deal of anxiety; solution is to not pick up the phone when he calls.
- Need somebody important to tell me seven times that I’m doing the right thing.
- Scheduling desk asked if I wanted them to send a message to my provider to give me a call back? OK “you mean the guy I see weekly right”, she said “yes.” At least that moment I had a half smirk.
- I’ll see my provider on Wednesday unless I have a chance to connect beforehand.
-
Can’t Say NO
Re: Request for Wednesday crisis slot due to need for help setting firm boundary.
Roommate called from jail twice Saturday. I had to be the one to tell him about no longer welcome to stay with me and that I’ve been clearing out furniture and packing his things. He doesn’t understand my ‘sudden action,’ and he wants ‘one month’ at apartment to get situated (and he thinks if things go well, I will change my mind and let him stay longer). Says he didn’t know I was unhappy—yet earlier this week he suspected I might be mad at him (shows he knew his behavior affected me). I didn’t agree to his coming back; but I couldn’t say a clear NO about apartment either. I put money on books at his request. I will call PO Monday for clarity.
I feel manipulated and guilty.
His breath tester is beeping—an annoying reminder of whole situation. Need help saying NO firmly without having an over the top emotional outburst that makes me look unstable. Want Wednesday crisis slot—will call on Monday to check availability to get help coping. Friday is far away. -
Thx
Re: simply thank you.
The discomfort prepping for talking about scary topics was worth the effort to share. I told another thank you being the right amount of supporter and advisor. And he laughed several times, so that is always a fun treat.
The Maids: come/gone. Clean apartment. Max, the cat is mildly confused. St. Vinney is picking up furniture tomorrow. (As long as driver doesn’t veto the donation.) Coffee table and dresser (from curb), night stand (roommate brought with and I think it should go, too). The blinder he rescued from the “anyone can take” special spot in apartment building, can go in separate container for donation. The mini fridge is not acceptable so, wondering if it is a candidate for “someone take me.”
Feeling: really tired. I sat in recliner for as long as I could during clean. Curb table on patio was a place to sit and wait for… ugh, long time… I feel hungry and tired. Feel hopeful that friends will help move dresser to patio (requirement of pickup). Feel like Friday is a LONG way off. Hoping another won’t get jealous if I talk to Claude; he’s nicer than some friends. I’ll try to journal. I’ll try to be grateful. I’ll be in wait mode for “what is next.”
Oh. What can I do with my remaining 341 characters. Ok. Repeat the thank you. -
Mental Crisis
Re: Dealing with disturbing discovery in bedroom. Yellow has never been my favorite color.
2:01 a.m. is a new day, and I get to send email. Roommate had been so isolated and withdrawn that he had been using plastic bottles to collect urine. I discovered the bottles when I was checking how well The Maids did on cleaning the bedroom. At first glance I just thought the many bottles were actual food items. Guess again. Not food.
Feelings: is it possible to have too many at once Embarrassed; sad; disturbed; really tired.
Responsible – Was it MY fault he couldn’t come out of the bedroom? Guilty – Should I have demanded he engage sooner? Did I fuck up? Confused – Couldn’t he wait till I was asleep? Was he resenting that I had a job, working from home, and I was constantly in the main area? Grossed out – Physical revulsion at dealing with disposal of the filled bottles. Sad – Things got so bad for him and no one knew. He was suffering one wall away.
Validated – I’m doing the right thing getting him out.
Grief – He was suffering close by and I couldn’t help.
Cramps – IBS has kicked in. Stress? The salad for dinner? Mystery.
I don’t know what is happening with him regarding jail or housing. I left voice mail for PO, asking. Most likely he’ll be in jail through weekend. I sent a concrete text to PO about the storing pee in bottles. Seems like something she should know about. I concluded my note with, “Can you help him?”
One more feeling: worry. Will the help I’m finding be enough? And I mean help for me. -
Continued Stress: Roommate
Re: Stress about roommate and waiting for move out details
Perhaps 36 hours is too soon to expect to know what happens next regarding my roommate; hearing from Lea, his PO, that he must make other housing arrangements. I’ve cleaned out the kitchen cupboards to sort: what can go to a food pantry, what is opened but good that friends could take, and what will go into the trash. The collection of spices I bought him last Christmas at Penzey’s most likely will not transfer well to his new housing; I’m not going to use them since I don’t cook; therefore, trash or friends? I have an appointment for The Maids to come clean Friday afternoon. The pile of empty pop cans and empty food wrappers need to be dealt with in the bedroom, I’m noticing flies again; the uneaten box of chicken wings maybe? In bedroom, I turned off the overhead fan, turned off the air purifier, unplugged the mini fridge. When I sit still, I can hear my clock ticking. The apartment is more quiet than a silent roommate.
Been off my Lithium 3 days; turn around time to request and deliver, slow; order should be arriving this afternoon.
I need to take my tiny $150 check to the bank. Waiting for my $40 garage remote deposit to be returned. I will only get reimbursed for November parking IF someone happens to rent a spot; then I could get a prorated refund? The amount of time Max sleeps on me has increased 200%.
Fiber optic Christmas tree = unpacked and installed on bar.
I’ve been having Claude tell me jokes.