This series of thoughts went through my head…
- I want someone to tell me that it’s okay not to put every last penny into my SF
- I want someone to tell me that it’s okay for me to spend money on myself
- I want someone to tell me that it’s okay and I don’t have to be scared anymore
- I want to be able to tell myself that I don’t have to be scared anymore
- I don’t want to be scared anymore.
- I want to be safe.
- What’s it going to take for me to feel safe?
More musing… thoughts spinning around and around in my head… Here’s me spilling them to text.
But what is it going to take for me to BELIEVE that I’m safe. / To believe that the world isn’t going to collapse in front of me.
Because I’ve had this happen to me, time and time again. And though it’s been a long while since it’s happened, I still dread waking up one day and finding out that I’ve reverted to my old self, the one who doesn’t wake up for work and lives off of peanut butter and chocolate chips. It’s. Not. Going. To. Happen. Jess.
To believe that I actually CAN do it on my own.
You know, I have been doing it on my own. And I’m learning that other people have trouble with the mundane, too. I’ve been at the apt since the 6th of Sept. And I’ve been decorating it my way. I’ve stayed out of debt doing it. I make my own food. Or I go out to eat at restaurants. Either way, I make sure I eat. Sure, cleaning I could use some work on, but you know my living room is pretty decluttered, as it’s regular state of being.
To believe that I have a bright future, where ever it may lead me.
Back to what was said at the last group session. I was talking to someone about going back to work and I asked: Do you have a plan? Well no… Do you have a plan to have a plan? Because it goes back to baby steps.
Then I explained that I was “thinking about planning to get my license” and the series of thoughts that that path lead down.
I want a house
I want a house I can afford
To be able to get a house I can afford I need to be in the suburbs
To be able to live in the suburbs, I need to at least be able to drive to the train station.
To be able to drive, I need my license.
And the question to me was: Do you plan everything? Have you ever done something without planning? Well yes I went to go and see Paul in Quebec City
So it seems to others that I have plans for everything, but not to me. I don’t have a plan to go back to school. I don’t have a plan to change jobs and find a career. I don’t have a plan to start a relationship, get married and have kids. I think these are the things that I feel that I should have a plan about. And I don’t.
I have ways I do things now, that work for me. That have been working for me in the past and have gotten me to where I am now. My therapist calls them communities. And for someone who’s gone through so much loss in their life, I have a strong importance of the sense of community.