Reality#Facts#artheals#munipulation#AVM#CPTSD
I am in a peculiar situation with my spouse and his mother. I have to write in order to recall and I save, rewrite and reference my writings in order to make sense of my life. Why would I go back instead of letting it go? Because I will trust and keep trusting the ones who hurt me.
I am trying my hardest to break the cycle of toxic relationships and what I am finding is, everyone around me is pretty messed up. I analyze everyone, I have me entire life. I was three watching dysfunctional family chaos and my entire adulthood with blinders to my existence.
Writing gives me an outlet now. I get depressed to the point of not having the will to, be, to function.I loose how and why. I can read a couple pages and recall what I should do, how and when comes in waves. Huge waves of responsibilities that I forgot,