Crisis Over, Back to Normal!

I have a bad headache, heartburn and I feel tired.  That’s right I am back to normal.

Intellectually I was over the incident I am torn constantly. yet I barely ate and slept 2 to 4 hours a night for 10 days.  I was crying every time I tried to write, critique and just randomly.  Yet again my body was betraying me.

I had continuing concerns that I may have been a bully and that I had burned some bridges with my flapping.  But my lingering fear was that I would run.  Fortunately with my genius of foresight I had entangled myself too deeply to make a quick, clean escape.

And I talked to people; my mum who was there, my husband and my support workers.  Then they made me write it down and then post it.  The guy involved apologised to the group but I am still worried for him, I really believe he needs more professional help.  I talked to my psych and did some Therapy and some more neurofeedback.  None of this worked (on its own) and I still had to go to KSP.  Then the final advice from mum and the angel support worker Faye was talk to Lisa.

Hubby

Mum

I don’t know how Pixabay got this photo of my support worker F.

No not myself; I had already talked to myself and it didn’t help.  For some reason repetitions of ‘What the hell is wrong with you this time, Stupid?’ did not make me feel better.  I really need to review my comforting.

No KSP’s marvelous Lisa.  She talked to me Friday and I admitted that Faye had wanted me to talk to her about me insane reactions.  We talked for ages and miraculously she assuaged my fears.  And here I was thinking my fears were impossible to defeat.  Lisa is my hero!!!

Then I went to a small KSP farewell party and had cake, champagne and red wine; not all in the same glass.

Digital visualization of a glas of wine

glass of pink champagne in vintage glass with leafs

Sweet cake on the table

And met a stag hound rescue dog; he was so sweet.

I could not find a purchasable picture & I forgot to take one so,he was a gorgeous dog, a dark coloured, fuzzy giant.

The upshot was I came home, the idea of eating no longer made me feel nauseous and I successfully ate; meaning I kept it down.  Then at about 5 o clock I felt like a nap, I hadn’t napped for a couple of weeks.  12 hours later I woke up on the couch and then I had a chicken pie for dinner; yes at 5:30 in the morning.

I feel like me!

Admittedly not a lot of people would aspire to this state.

But after the week I’ve had, I am sooooooooooo pleased!

So now I know if anything goes wrong again…

I am heading straight to the liquor cabinet!

Joking!!!

Thank you, my heroes.

Lisa can be found here.

KSP can be found here.

I can be found, oops you are already here.

As Winnie the Pooh’s Tigger would say TTFN, Ta Ta For Now!