I just wanted to stay in bed, under the covers, wishing for better days again, and cry. But instead I headed off to work.
Good for you.
Originally Posted By: motherof3
Now I am back home and want to crawl under the covers again.
Now that you're home after reluctantly, but admirably, attending to your work obligations, why don't you? You earned it today. Comfort yourself.
Originally Posted By: motherof3
Would someone please remind me that I won't always feel this way? That I won't always feel broken, torn and rejected.
You won't. You won't. We heal. We gain perspective. We regain ourselves. Often when we don't even try. It happens. Most (all) of what I did DB-wise did not work. Perhaps it was never going to. But much of what I didn't do, happened to me. I tried detachment, acceptance and so much more to little or no avail. When I stopped trying so hard, they happened.
Originally Posted By: motherof3
Pain, agony, despair. Poor pitiful me.
I understand. Perfectly normal. If it becomes chronic, though, woman, you'd better get off your arse and give yourself the gift of knocking it off. A pity party or two is cathartic. A pity party life won't cut it. You know that. You are more than that. You are better than that. You deserve better- from you. My (((hugs))) to you are waiting under those covers you're going to curl up under - but just for tonight, now.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac