Pick Me Up Idea

Pick Me Up Idea

Disclaimer: This only works if you're of a certain age.

Go into that old folder that has all of the music you downloaded. You know, the one you haven't looked at in at least 10 years.

Peruse. Listen to some select pieces. Remind yourself that you had good taste. Or something close.

Remind yourself of those days you used to dance around like a fool. Before they crushed the passion out of you. Before your interests turned to haze.

Be prepared for the memories; some good, some miserable, some a mix.

Also, be prepared to dance around like a fool again.

Living with him made it very difficult to be a good person. I wasn't. That made it difficult to leave.

two things can be true at the same time. your behavior could've been toxic but you were still being abused. you don't have to be an angel to be a victim.

When he did something that profoundly upset me, he'd know, and he would force me to come to bed. Usually he'd have sex with me, and I'd lay there.

I would lay there, seething, until I knew he was asleep. Then I'd slip out of bed and go to sleep on the couch in the basement.

Only then I'd exhale. I'd message someone I wasn't supposed to. I'd stretch out and release my muscles. I'd masturbate to a fantasy in my head that didn't include him. I would feel safe knowing I'd hear the floorboards creek if he got up.

It was a false sense of security, but it was a breath that kept me from drowning.

I don't know exactly what the original post said before the angel teathattast (or a contemporary) fixed it, but I'm nauseous just thinking about it.

He was absolutely that guy.

*gag*

In the early stages of healing I used to trauma dump.

It was fucking WILD the shit that would tumble out of my mouth to people I barely knew. To combat it, I put a vice grip on it. I under shared to try to curb the habit.

It worked. Too well. And it appears to be permanent.

I have no idea how to share about my life now. This was a message I sent to my very best friends:

I haven't followed up.