Hey, hope you’re well.
Have had a reflective day today, thinking mostly about the awful on my past. I don’t think I reflect on the bad things from my past as often, and didn’t intend to today, it just sort of happened.
As I’m typing this, I’m realizing how much I’ve written on Heartsupport over the years, telling people my deepest darkest moments. I can recall where I was when reading the replies on each of my topics, my husband says I have a gift for having a great memory. I take it as a very big compliment, I’m proud of myself for having such a good memory. I believe it came from a trauma response, training myself to remember every single detail so if my mom ever said I was lying about something, I could tell her the exact minute/date/week/year/quote…even tho she’d still say I was lying lol I carry it with me like a gift now. Sometimes it’s a curse, but at the end of the day, I’m very grateful for my sharp memory.
I talked to my brother on the phone last week, the first time I’ve heard his voice since this past January. I am pushing him away on purpose. Every time I talk to him, it triggers me so much and for weeks after talking to him, I’ll have vivid flashbacks to memories with my parents. It’s not his fault, and I feel bad but is it bad that I really don’t care at this point? Am I an awful person? The only reason I called him was cuz he broke up with his girlfriend and I wanted to make sure he was okay. Talking to him made me feel misunderstood and defensive. “No one gets me” I cried to my husband afterwards.
I got a new nannying job, when I was meeting the family at their house, I realized I’ve had a dream about this family before. I had the dream about a year ago, it was the EXACT same scenario I was in, it was crazy. I told my husband and he later told me my experiences with the supernatural/spiritualism have opened him up to believing that sort of thing. I took it as a big compliment, since my spiritual/paranormal encounters are exciting to me, even if they seem too weird for other people. I told my in laws about the family/dream and they looked at me kinda weird, but I didn’t take it personally.
I lost weight, I’m underweight now. I feel too triggered to weigh myself and get really paranoid when I do, it brings back memories of my mom making me weigh myself and berating me. I don’t miss her. I don’t miss my dad either. Or my sister. They’re nonexistent to me, yet there memories live rent free in my head, I’m trying to do everything in my power to stop that. I wonder if it’ll actually stop.
On a scale of 1-5, 1 being horrible and 5 being amazing, I’d say I’m a comfortable 3. I’ve been a 3 for a while now, which I’m very grateful for. I think this time last year, I’d say I was a -3, so a win is a win🕯️