update...if anyone is interested
I haven't been on at all over the last months...I had to stop my therapy because it cost too much and the state would no longer pay the portion they had been paying.
I have a son, now six months old, and he is the peace and joy of my life. I have those feelings (you know, the feelings) that something terrible will happen to him and I cannot imagine the horror of how I will feel. I watch and worry that the potential and innocence will slip away or worse be taken away from him as he grows, that the world is waiting outside to pounce on his openness and helplessness.
You (may) recall that I had a near affair with a woman online. Luckily I averted that tragedy waiting to happen. She opened my eyes to how wonderful my wife is, but the feelings of wanting outside validation do not subside. The desire for online porn and exhibitionism may never go away, but I am recognizing that they are distractions, like a drug, that keep me from my purpose.
My wife still is distracted from paying attention to me, but I love her and everyone says she will "come back" to me as time goes by.
I wrote, at work, for months on end. Then I started playing an online scrabble game, at work, for months on end. Then I started to chat with people, at work, for months on end. I guess I can say that each of those have to do with words, and so I must have some connection to expression via the written word. I am trying to find my way back to writing.
Work stinks, predictably, given that I work in a backwater division of my company with little or no recognition and less resources to do what is a very difficult job. I sent out about 30 resumes and cover letters to people in an area of my business that I would prefer to work in, but I have had no responses yet.
So my struggle has become one of self-realization, to un-freeze myself from the assumptions I have always made about myself. Interestingly, some (civilian, aka non-survivor) people I have met online have helped to reinforce my worth.
I want to write...to be heard, to impact even a few people with my view of things. The world and our place in it changes not by leaps and bounds, but by the smallest steps we are able to take, every day.
James
I have a son, now six months old, and he is the peace and joy of my life. I have those feelings (you know, the feelings) that something terrible will happen to him and I cannot imagine the horror of how I will feel. I watch and worry that the potential and innocence will slip away or worse be taken away from him as he grows, that the world is waiting outside to pounce on his openness and helplessness.
You (may) recall that I had a near affair with a woman online. Luckily I averted that tragedy waiting to happen. She opened my eyes to how wonderful my wife is, but the feelings of wanting outside validation do not subside. The desire for online porn and exhibitionism may never go away, but I am recognizing that they are distractions, like a drug, that keep me from my purpose.
My wife still is distracted from paying attention to me, but I love her and everyone says she will "come back" to me as time goes by.
I wrote, at work, for months on end. Then I started playing an online scrabble game, at work, for months on end. Then I started to chat with people, at work, for months on end. I guess I can say that each of those have to do with words, and so I must have some connection to expression via the written word. I am trying to find my way back to writing.
Work stinks, predictably, given that I work in a backwater division of my company with little or no recognition and less resources to do what is a very difficult job. I sent out about 30 resumes and cover letters to people in an area of my business that I would prefer to work in, but I have had no responses yet.
So my struggle has become one of self-realization, to un-freeze myself from the assumptions I have always made about myself. Interestingly, some (civilian, aka non-survivor) people I have met online have helped to reinforce my worth.
I want to write...to be heard, to impact even a few people with my view of things. The world and our place in it changes not by leaps and bounds, but by the smallest steps we are able to take, every day.
James