Dr. Mind was not very happy to hear my definition of crying has been "a few tears". I knew that was coming. He went through a whole thing about balloons with too much pressure popping and that my way of handling this means that balloon is going to pop with the consequences I think I'm avoiding. We talked and I cried and then suddenly I was REALLY crying, the shaking, sobbing, can't talk kind of crying that I so rarely do even there. And that was exhausting. I don't know how to be open with my mom or family about this. They don't get it and I hate the results of being open. But I know he's right and I can't hide it either.
Then I came home and it was nice for a vast change in the weather and I still had a ton of energy so I did a bunch of work in my "house" that we don't talk about. I sorted through my kitchen stuff and filled a box for Goodwill, consolidated some linens and packed up clothes to store in the basement, and then sorted boxes into "basement" and "upstairs". Tomorrow my goal is to take all the basement stuff down there. If I do that it will be started to look a bit like a living room. I also have some boxes stuffed away; some in my room and a pile in a closet but those are things that are waiting for the closets to be completed. So that felt pretty good.Tuesday, March 11, 2014
What a day
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