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blog 80: still fighting

Permanent Linkby OMNICELL on Wed Jul 04, 2012 5:26 am

Im slowly digging in deeper to the lower inner levels of this compartment of self. This is an area of fears'm PTSD and its live scars.. As I go deeper into the pain, I still think Im "back there". "There" is a place of death and no hope. It is freaky to walk back to that place in my mind, I dissociate thinking about it. Yet, Im aware it is in my mind. I just need to keep working on it. Just like a world war, the turn has been in my favor. I am winning this war, However, just like WW2,. The Battle of the bulge must be fought, thus the enemy knowing it has lost, will not give up for many more years, and they dig in and kill aggressively.

Im slowly collecting boundaries. Or My boundaries are starting to hold. Im getting close to people and walking by them or away from them. They have proven not to be my friend and I really don't need their manipulations.

Im learning that later when Im stronger, I can be in the same room as the enemy, I don't have to take the bate or run away. People don't appreciate me in a way that is correct. This makes things extremely confusing. I run away; I don't want people around me that don't treat me with respect. I don't like being in the same room with these people, and I don't get these people, unless they are sociopaths, then I get it.

I have to learn to take God with me.

Drumming is coming back to me. This is a great thing, its a confusing thing. Its part of my identity from parts of my past that were erased. The drums through the trauma years were interacted. Seems I was able to play drums at different times of the trauma experiences. Drums are an important part of my recovery. They are a primary hobby. Im not very good on them. I like playing them. Im hoping that in a couple of years I'll get better.

Women: This is a confusing thing. Age has me confused. I will have to prepare myself for the attack of older people lecturing me as I go out with younger women... Im not there yet. I have much work to do on my PTSD stuff, then I will date I think. I think I will have a date, at least one. Plenty of women twirl there hair and stare at me... Age doesn't seem to matter to them... I have no idea what Im doing. I understand attraction and how to attract. Im not sure about someone sticking around even though I care about them and make them laugh. Iv'e been around for awhile. When one cannot create the cash for a house. At some point things break up. This is a philosophical point, However it can be a true point.

Song writing is brutal; Im not getting anywhere. I know how to write. Its about abandonment issues. Im getting close. When I finish a large amount of songs, I've ask the person holding my money to dish me some , that I buy a new toy. I have this rule. I have to finish something first, show the goods first before I buy something new in the field Im creating in. This creates a journey of exploration and work with a goal at the end of the rainbow. Its A God thing. I work these small contracts of accountability with a trusted friends concerning the spending of money's

Going back out into the world some day scares me.

Dissociative Disorder
AVPD; Social avoidance
Evolution didn't stop my death, God did .....Now what?
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