I used to love driving it's no longer fun. too many bad drivers. more work. its a battlefield.
I'm still judging what I should be doing, feeling, thinking. I spent 8 years bed ridden. unable to do much. the bare minimum to survive.
I'm listening nonstop to Louise Hay healing sorrow. I'm feeling lighter.
New Behavior. I'm taking what I need to heal. time out.
I finally forgive myself for loving my sisters after they've used me. I hate that I still love them. I hate myself for loving them.
every Christmas has been miserable. Icky Thom called to bug me, I never responded. now I know why. I've never had anyone wanting to quietly celebrate. everything was about me supporting him. he embarrassed and betrayed me for his ego like my family. sacrificed my life over and over.
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