Hi folks... >.>
Well firstly, the one bit of good news: my UTI is better - the antibiotics did their job. Thank god for modern medicine. And thank god for a healthcare system where I can access modern medicine despite being poor. So I'm thankful for that much.
Otherwise, nothing drastically new has happened. I spent Saturday and Sunday at my parents' house - yesterday we went for a walk (Ivinghoe Beacon, if anyone is interested enough to google the
location. Don't worry about
it if you are not though - I won't mind <_<). In the evening we watched a few epidoses of Extras. @Karen - You might like Extras, 'cos it's comedy. It's a British sitcom, so there's a fair amount of embarrassment and cringiness, but it is very funny.
So yeah, that got me through two thirds of the Bank Holiday weekend at least. Was touch and go with my mum at one point, but I managed to dial it back down again - I never knew until recently how hypersensitive she is. She really does go around with a massive chip on her shoulder about
how I don't care about
her and never have done. The not caring about
her is nonsense, but she clings to it like a drowning man clings to a buoy.
Today was distinctly tougher. I woke up feeling depressed and futile, but managed to get out of bed, get dressed and get a very late lunch. At around 4pm I was emailing my friend, when I saw Him's green light in the gmail sidebar come on. At first I ignored it, but it was there for ages (I was writing a long email to my friend; she is helping me with a disability appeal in a month's time but that is another story). Eventually I sent a hesitant "Him...?". Unsurprisingly I didn't get a reply. I then spent an hour obsessing over whether I had been blocked or not and googling to try and find out - long story short, I didn't get a definitive answer. People's answers varied. Needless to say, none of this helped my state of my mind and I decided I
had to get a move on with deleting Him from my laptop and phone.
That sounds straightfoward, doesn't it? Not when you've got hundreds of pictures and videos and a zillion emails dating back 4 years. On top of all that I deleted all the pictures and videos, only to find out I needed to delete them all over again in Google Photos. I will need to delete them for a
third time from the Cloud, I'm sure of that. And maybe even a 4th or 5th time, depending on where they've been backed up to, who knows.
That, though horribly painful, was bearable. So many freaking pictures though: of his cat, of snow (Canada = snow), of his meals, of his office, etc. Not that many of him (I didn't exactly send many of myself, so that one is fair enough I reckon), and, probably not surprisingly, none at all of his wife.
What
wasn't bearable was re-reading his emails. I have nearly 700 emails in my inbox going back to 2014 and the majority of those are from Him; I don't get much spam and the bit I do get I tend to delete as and when I get it. I decided to begin with the oldest emails first, but I made the mistake of stopping to read them first; after reading a few threads, I had to shut down Gmail 'cos I got so upset. I was hyperventilating and on the verge of having a panic attack.
I then sobbed and bawled for an hour, while my chest and stomach hurt from the wracking pains. I haven't cried much since last Tuesday (when I went to my parents for the first time in six months), but this was the worst crying episode yet. The emails were so, so sad, or at least they were to me. He really did seem besotted with me (always platonically I might add - I got sent numerous hugs and called 'friend' constantly). I'm thinking now that maybe I should have spotted back then that something was amiss, but it seemed so innocuous. He seemed safely married, I wasn't interested in him in that way - if he wanted to carry on like a lovelorn teenager at times, so be it.
I don't know. I just don't know. I don't even know myself, let alone Him. Like, why did my feelings change so much after switching to WhatsApp? (On my freaking birthday, no less - that actually was coincidence.) I do know that I was in a deeply vulnerable place at the time, but that still doesn't explain the transition from being the insouciant friend to the needy one. Or how I missed a rather fundamental flaw in Him's character (which is not to imply that I was an angel myself).
And you know what the
really fun part is? I've still got 644 emails left to sift through and delete! ;_; I hate it: I hate, hate, hate having to 'wipe out' the memories of Him. I've only ever deleted all traces of another person once before, and that was more than 15 years ago. Very different situation, though, so I can't really use it to help me with now.
One final thing: I'm having an appeal in a month's time. *IF* I win it, I should get backpaid: not, sadly, enough to make me rich. But enough to pay for a long holiday or a year's worth of therapy. Holiday, I was thinking of a refuge type of thing; therapy is pretty self-explanatory. I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch. But if I *do* win, then I have decided I want to put the money towards trying to understand myself better - I don't mean in a hippy sort of way, I mean in a "understanding my overwhelming futile despair" sort of way. MBT - mentalisation based therapy - seems quite promising on that front.
@Karen - I am sorry about
your mother. I believe that everyone deserves to have a family that they can love and trust, but some parents make it impossible for us to either love or trust them. I am glad you have managed to find some peace and contentment in your later years.
@straydog - Wow. That's shameful behaviour
on your friend's part; I find that pretty chilling in a way. Nothing wrong with gaining new friends but to cut the old friends out without so much as a word or by-your-leave - that's Tory/sociopath behaviour
, that is. I mean, she might have chosen to see you less often, but there is absolutely no doubt she could have kept you in her life. I wonder if there was some other motive for the break that you are unaware of? Like, maybe she's envious of you or holds onto miniscule grudges forever, I dunno.
@Trina - Self-compassion is a strange concept for me. I think people should like themselves of course, but I'm very very far away from that place. I mean: I don't know what's up with me and my moods. I dunno why I feel futile despair all the time - I know it's not brain chemicals, because antidepressants don't work for me. So it has to be genetic/environmental. I will crack this, because I'm not spending the second half of my life in this hell!
forget about him.....
You are enough, without him.
PeaceTrinaThank you! Sincerely.
@Karen - hugs back to you.
*collapses from wall of text* >_>
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