I don’t know what I was thinking.
I thought that I missed my home. But home has changed, nothing is how it was. This is not what I wanted nor expected.
I was so excited to come stay here again. I thought I missed some slice of comfort that I can now see is long gone.
I hate living without my love. Life just is not the same without him in it. I can’t wait to see him in a few days. Quite honestly, it’s the only thing holding me together right now.
I cried all day and all night the first few days I was here. I think I may have missed the “idea” of “home” and some MAJOR alone time but the reality does not feel as good as the idea initially did.
Part of me wants to be here, I miss my mom and I wanted to take advantage of spending some time with her. But she too, is different. Which is fine, that’s life, people change, I am just not used to this new mom I am experiencing. But then again, maybe it’s me. I have been actively doing this EMDR Therapy for over a year now and I am just now realizing as I am typing this; it’s not home or mom that has changed, it’s me. I have changed and I now know that I cannot flourish in this environment. Too bad it took me bringing back 2 and a half van loads of stuff and partially setting myself up a room to realize that.
I am so grateful that I can see this change and make the decisions I need to make for me. Which is what I thought I was doing, but I was wrong. Oh so very wrong.
I feel like my younger-selves had too much control of the the bus for a few weeks there. They steered me in a direction that, sure, 10 years ago may have been a solid option, but here, today, in 2017 I am not so sure that this is the right way for my life-bus to be driving. Now that I am back [home] I see how much better I was getting away. I mistook (my own personal) anger and confusion as a sign that I need to go and completely dismissed that I am in therapy and that my disassociate tendencies have been playing tricks on me.
I am not the same person I was 3 years ago and I may never be the same. The need to accept that. I can’t go back. I can’t get the years and all the mistakes back. I can’t right all my wrongs and I need to stop trying to fit myself into who I think I am or who I was. I am who I am and that is okay. My heart wants something different now. I know that there may be a lot of mom lectures in my near future but I need to remember what I want and that I need to stay true to myself now. I am a full fledged adult. I hope she realizes I am trying to do what is best for me and it’s okay if she disagrees. It’s not her call to make anymore.
I feel like a lunatic. I thought this is what I wanted and as soon as I got here my heart sank. I tried desperately to not led the dread set in but it indeed bombarded me like a punch to the face. I love him and I don’t want to live over a half hour away. I don’t sleep the same without him next to me, I don’t feel like myself, and I have next to no appetite. I thought living separately was just what I needed. I don’t really know what I was thinking. I isolate myself more here. I get agitated faster here. I am more prone to anxiety here. There’s too many damn cats here. I can’t go anywhere because there is no where to walk to, I am too low on gas to get to town [unnecessarily] and I don’t know what I would go to town for right now anyways.
A few more days. I have already promised myself to take myself and my cat back for at least the weekend this coming Friday. I am so excited for Friday I don’t even know if I will sleep the night before. I have already started pre-packing.
I just want to go back. I can’t wait to go back. I need to go back.