The past four months
fusionoflove
Registrant
Hey there everyone,
My recovery is going well. I've actually stopped therapy for a bit. I need the time to recharge the batteries. No panic attacks in over two months, but I've suffered from a little high anxiety. I could feel it though, instead of it being a constant thing. I was being defensive
that's all.
The other day I saw my attacker for a fleeting second. Christ, I don't know how I kept my composure so well. I wanted to rip out his throat. I wanted to kill him. I wasn't afraid of an attack as in I would've cowered in a corner. I was ready to go at it. Luckily nothing happened, I don't even know if he saw me.
It's crazy, but living in LA, CA can be one of the lonliest places on earth. Sometimes I feel like I'm just here, but no one notices me. Man, I really hate having to deal with so many issues. It's screwed up so many friendships and possible relationships. That's what hurts me the most. I've pushed so many woman away from me. I'm a good looking guy and have a good personality, but I feel incomplete, like I'm not a man sometimes. Something less, I don't feel like a monster anymore. More just like a broken individual. It's not a fractured feeling, more like an empty one. I've started to ramble, but I just wanted to throw things out in a stream of consciousness for people.
I wish I could continue therapy right now, but I'm not ready. I've done so much in the past 4 months that I need a vacation of sorts, but a working vacation from myself. Anyway, I'm going to bounce and hit the pillow.
Take it easy,
Fusion
My recovery is going well. I've actually stopped therapy for a bit. I need the time to recharge the batteries. No panic attacks in over two months, but I've suffered from a little high anxiety. I could feel it though, instead of it being a constant thing. I was being defensive
that's all.
The other day I saw my attacker for a fleeting second. Christ, I don't know how I kept my composure so well. I wanted to rip out his throat. I wanted to kill him. I wasn't afraid of an attack as in I would've cowered in a corner. I was ready to go at it. Luckily nothing happened, I don't even know if he saw me.
It's crazy, but living in LA, CA can be one of the lonliest places on earth. Sometimes I feel like I'm just here, but no one notices me. Man, I really hate having to deal with so many issues. It's screwed up so many friendships and possible relationships. That's what hurts me the most. I've pushed so many woman away from me. I'm a good looking guy and have a good personality, but I feel incomplete, like I'm not a man sometimes. Something less, I don't feel like a monster anymore. More just like a broken individual. It's not a fractured feeling, more like an empty one. I've started to ramble, but I just wanted to throw things out in a stream of consciousness for people.
I wish I could continue therapy right now, but I'm not ready. I've done so much in the past 4 months that I need a vacation of sorts, but a working vacation from myself. Anyway, I'm going to bounce and hit the pillow.
Take it easy,
Fusion