I was just catching up and reading everyone’s blogs and posts for the New Year. Impressive. In comparison to others, I find myself alone because I don’t want to look back. I don’t want to look at the year 2008. Maybe that’s my problem, besides always comparing myself to others.
Without retrospection there can be no introspection.
Nevertheless,I spent New Year’s Eve at an American football game, trying to cheer my college team on and it didn’t work. They were dominated by the opposing team. My husband and I left at half-time, which is something he NEVER does. He says he doesn’t want to be a fair weathered fan. He wants to support them during the good games and the tough games. But this game was abominable. They were massacred. So we braved the cold, windy night and made our way out to his truck. The only fun part of the evening was that tailgaters had deserted their food and equipment and as my husband and I were walking past a table I grabbed some hot dog buns. It was stupid and silly and childish and I never steal, but when I look back on it now I giggle at stealing 79 cent hot dog buns.
The last two days have been depressing. I haven’t gotten out of bed for almost anything. Last night the chaos was so compounding in my head. I could feel my alters right behind my eyes and it was so disconcerting. I wish someone out there would let me know if you experience it this way or not. I was trying to read a book but couldn’t focus on it because I kept switching over and over and over. It was incessant and rampant. I asked them to step back. I had a conference with them and promised them everyone would get to do what they wanted if I could only finish my book. The littles could color, the teens could watch a movie, others could do puzzles or watch football on t.v. It seemed they were agreeable to settle down but as soon as I got back to my book they started up again. So I went and journaled. I don’t know what it says. I have journaled since. I do know it mentions cutting. The times before when I could not bring my alters under control I would cut and they would go away, so I decided to cut. It wasn’t much. I won’t give out details so as not to trigger or give war stories; but the wounds are fine and I told my husband about them later.
Ironically enough, the alters calmed down and my mind got quiet. There was no more switching. I don’t know what else I could have done.
I’ve been in bed all day. I only got out of bed to purge and shower.
So I’m not much in a mood to ruminate on my prior year and see how far I’ve come and what’s left to work on. The current moment is sucking me in as a whole.