Possible trigger warning (At places throughout)
Well we still aren't doing good. I don't understand it. Some days everyone keeps to theirself.....other days there are fights (lately).......and yet some days we manage to come together for a few moments (before going back to "keeping to ourselves").
Rose used to love gardening. It was her favorite thing to do. She has...or should I say had?....a beautiful garden in the inner world. She....according to Weirdo.....destroyed it. Her gardens....in the outer world.....are filled with weeds. When we asked her what was wrong (kindly....out of concern).....she got mean with us. She told us to leave her alone. She says she hates gardening. We are really worried about her. She does a tad of gardening (in the outer world).....at times....just pulling some weeds.....BUT her gardens still are a mess. Weirdo and I helped a little some days. She seemed to like that.....BUT.....Rose says she can't wait until winter.
If you ask.....(this might seem mean....but I feel it is the truth. Based on how some of the others communicate to me....without words). I feel Rose is lying when she says she hates gardening. I think she still likes it....possibly even still loves it.....BUT....something is seriously bothering her. I can't tell what it is exactly though. She won't say. I'm not going to pry.
She began cutting back on gardening before the bad news regarding our dad. Then after getting that news......she totally changed. We all are devastated by the news. We dearly loved our dad (we miss him so much). I believe our "case" is different. Both of our parents were wonderful to us our whole lives.........it's just we had severe trauma in school....every day.
I don't know what to do. Plus.....I've been having horrible dreams again. That got better for awhile.....when things were beginning to improve. I feel so many emotions right now. I feel I should be outside fixing the garden for Rose.....BUT....I don't feel like it. I just don't have the energy right now. I should be doing so many things.....BUT.....I don't feel like it. Someone is crying. The three "new guys".....I mentioned (in another post)......are still causing trouble.
Someone wants to come out and play a video game. Yet a bunch want to do something else (separate).....I know this will possibly lead to a fight. UGH. Another is worried about what happened to our old journal....we had. I think someone else threw it out. I just don't know. We're a mess.
Probably will end up doing nothing again.....just so no one feels "left out". If I say....."okay you can play the game." The others will wonder why I didn't say they could do what they want. It wouldn't be so bad....if ALL of them didn't want to come out at the same time. It used to not be this way......unless of course they wanted to do the same thing. I honestly don't know why things got so bad lately.
I wish I knew how to talk to them. Plus.....there are a bunch I haven't saw for months. As far as I know.....no one has. I should go look for them....BUT no one knows where they are. I hope they're alright.
I feel crazy....like I'm losing my mind a lot lately. I'm very sad. I have so many worries lately. Our T still wants us to write. I have no energy to write. Just writing this....is "taking a toll". Honestly....due to how bad I feel.....I don't even know why I'm writing this. As far as I know....I've been writing this whole thing myself.....BUT.....I don't even know what I wrote now. In fact....I don't even remember beginning to type this at all. That's been happening a lot lately. Like I was in the shower yesterday.....and I didn't even remember when I got there. I didn't know if I washed or not.....so I did "again?". UGH. Things are very bad for us lately. Even Weirdo is "blanking out". That NEVER seemed to happen to him before. Not sure if it's a "host" thing.....or not. He is the "host" a lot more than me lately. We seem to take turns though......so I guess like "co-hosts." It's possible he started the shower....then I got "pulled out" for some reason. Our switches are chaotic at times lately.