This is just a terrible time and we just have to get through it. But how?

My life here is not a secret. The Grace in this blog is a lot more of me than I would ever reveal in my real life. Writing what I write here, expressing what and how I feel, is far beyond what I would ever reveal in real life ~ even to my close friends. I cannot remember the last time I let anyone see me cry or let them see the pain I go through (exception being the therapist). But here I am, typing away, open and raw. The painful truth that is me...and that truth is that I am in pain. I pray to just sleep now so I can get relief from the pain. I pray for answers and solutions because I know that long-term sleeping isn’t the answer and I really want to feel better but in my present moment I am settling for any relief I can find. I’m grateful to have this outlet, a way to express what I cannot say aloud, or show to anyone in my real life. It is difficult for me to allow people to see this side of me, to be vulnerable, even on-line. It is certainly not something I can do in real life.

Right now I feel like I am standing above a tornado, watching it wreck mayhem on the girl who was me. But I am beyond expecting anything right now. With every step there is a twist, every fork in the road feels like a dead end. I am ready to fight. I am ready to get past this. It all still mystifies me; how this happens. Just I begin to feel better, things are going well, I can control my thoughts and maintain control over the crazies who dwell within ~ then suddenly it’s like a hammer crashes into my head and a g-force of reality rains down. I had myself convinced that I was better. The hardest part was finally over and the next part will be a breeze! Then it all catches up with me again...I cannot outrun it.

I thought taking this time off from work was a good idea. But I’m quickly coming to the conclusion that it might do more harm than good. Each night I just feel empty and drawn...haven’t I felt enough already? Is there anything left to feel? I feel desperate for relief. It is so hard to find hope and promise when you can’t seem to see past the thick fog of the pain.  And it still amazes me how *crazyhead* can manifest itself inside me causing not just mental anguish but also phsyical torment.  The first thing I did this morning before coming downstairs to watch DS & DD open presents is vomit until my stomach muscles ache.  And the queasiness and headache will not go away. 

And it's overwhelming, you know? It's just too much.  All of it running through my head ~ horrible things that  I cannot even write here.  And I want to talk to the therapist about it - I do - because I know I need her help.  But when I picture myself sitting there, on her couch, actually speaking aloud the horrible disgusting things from my past and my present - I imagine her sitting there, disgusted with me...she wouldn't be able to handle it.  She wouldn't.  And I cannot fathom how I would feel to see a look of disgust on her face.  To have her see me, Grace, as I truly am...so I am stuck in this terrible paradox ~ needing her help but not being able to express to her what I need help with. 

I am trying to see past this time of pain and once again find hope, find joy in life and let other people IRL help me when I am lost. There must be a solution...so what is it? Maybe I’ll go lie down and explore answers to that question. I had better find something quick ~ because it is Friday once again.