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- Jan 21, 2021
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Sometimes I feel okay or even good- It gives me a flicker of hope and I fall right back.
I've been having these.. cycles? There is this pattern where I will have a moment of not suffering or no/less pain- some sort of alleviation, physical or emotional, that gives me relief, which then gives me some hope. I start to wonder wow am I getting better? Has my body adjusted to things and starting to "cope" better (as if coping is worth living for)? I just wonder for a second.
And then. I fucking drop so hard. And each time it gets worse. Each time I drop farther down and it hurts more.
Wtf. It feels like life is throwing bread crumbs at me. Maybe I am supposed to take these small 2 second moments of hope and grow them- but I do not want to. Is this SI? What is happening? I do not like this. The closer I get to the end of my list, the better I feel but I know it is this weird fake type of better. I am feeling relief because I can see the end of my pain and because I have been living in a very different way- in a way I could not if I meant to continue existing by committing to life. But there is a small part of me that looks at that relief and goes "yay we are better now. we can do this. lets go on a trip and start fresh." But the moment I drop my plan, I am looking at a lifetime of grasping at straws to cope with what is happening. I can logically see that nothing has changed.
My therapist would see improvement. BUT. The relief comes from being close to death- not life. It will stop the moment I drop my plans. And yet a small small part of me keeps taking this to mean yay life is good now. I cannot live a lifetime keeping SN by my bed to feel okay. Jesus. There is a distortion here.
It is quite interesting that we have a thing in us fighting to live till the very end.
How does it show up for you? What do you do with it?
I've been having these.. cycles? There is this pattern where I will have a moment of not suffering or no/less pain- some sort of alleviation, physical or emotional, that gives me relief, which then gives me some hope. I start to wonder wow am I getting better? Has my body adjusted to things and starting to "cope" better (as if coping is worth living for)? I just wonder for a second.
And then. I fucking drop so hard. And each time it gets worse. Each time I drop farther down and it hurts more.
Wtf. It feels like life is throwing bread crumbs at me. Maybe I am supposed to take these small 2 second moments of hope and grow them- but I do not want to. Is this SI? What is happening? I do not like this. The closer I get to the end of my list, the better I feel but I know it is this weird fake type of better. I am feeling relief because I can see the end of my pain and because I have been living in a very different way- in a way I could not if I meant to continue existing by committing to life. But there is a small part of me that looks at that relief and goes "yay we are better now. we can do this. lets go on a trip and start fresh." But the moment I drop my plan, I am looking at a lifetime of grasping at straws to cope with what is happening. I can logically see that nothing has changed.
My therapist would see improvement. BUT. The relief comes from being close to death- not life. It will stop the moment I drop my plans. And yet a small small part of me keeps taking this to mean yay life is good now. I cannot live a lifetime keeping SN by my bed to feel okay. Jesus. There is a distortion here.
It is quite interesting that we have a thing in us fighting to live till the very end.
How does it show up for you? What do you do with it?
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