It all started with an abuser that we are hiding from finding out where a household member works.
Then a couple days later I had a biopsy to see if my cancer came back. It was quite traumatic. I bled quite a bit, and the doctor had to attempt to cauterize the wound, repeatedly. It was to the point that smoke was coming out of my face. I laid still while the doctor and her assitant repeatedly cauterized the wound. I smelled it burning, then I opened my eyes and saw the lightning coming out of the cautery pen, and saw smoke. And then quickly closed my eyes again!
Then a few days later I got beat up by a loved one who was going through ptsd that was brought back because our abuser found them at their place of work and he brought back memories of another abuser.
After that, I realized quite quickly that most of the bad things that had happened in the past few months were due to being abused by a drug addict. It was even the catalyst for the illness that caused my father's stroke. It's awful.
But once I realized it was due to being abused by a drug addict, I started to feel like I could change things. Like I could seek happiness.
I went to church today, and I felt so happy. I spent time on the phone with someone I care a great deal for, and I wish it would have lasted much longer. It was so nice.
Then, this evening I felt the inspiration to try to doordash again in my wheelchair, for the first time in a year. The restaurant I was picking up from was in a bad neighborhood, and at a bus stop I was exposed to second hand fentanyl and xylazine smoke, and had to be transported to the e.r.
I am laying here actually, feeling like trash. That was around 7 in the evening, and it's now 3 am.
All through this, I've had so few kind words. And one trauma compounds on top of another.
I need to know that I can do this. I need to hear that even though I'm bleeding out a hole in my face and smoke is pouring out, that I am pretty. I need to hear reasons I'm loved. Not just the usual. Like real reasons. Reasons to stay.
There is goodness in the world.
I feel so alone. I am tired. It's been a long season. I just want to take care of the home and love my family and friends.
I don't think I can do this much longer.
Then a couple days later I had a biopsy to see if my cancer came back. It was quite traumatic. I bled quite a bit, and the doctor had to attempt to cauterize the wound, repeatedly. It was to the point that smoke was coming out of my face. I laid still while the doctor and her assitant repeatedly cauterized the wound. I smelled it burning, then I opened my eyes and saw the lightning coming out of the cautery pen, and saw smoke. And then quickly closed my eyes again!
Then a few days later I got beat up by a loved one who was going through ptsd that was brought back because our abuser found them at their place of work and he brought back memories of another abuser.
After that, I realized quite quickly that most of the bad things that had happened in the past few months were due to being abused by a drug addict. It was even the catalyst for the illness that caused my father's stroke. It's awful.
But once I realized it was due to being abused by a drug addict, I started to feel like I could change things. Like I could seek happiness.
I went to church today, and I felt so happy. I spent time on the phone with someone I care a great deal for, and I wish it would have lasted much longer. It was so nice.
Then, this evening I felt the inspiration to try to doordash again in my wheelchair, for the first time in a year. The restaurant I was picking up from was in a bad neighborhood, and at a bus stop I was exposed to second hand fentanyl and xylazine smoke, and had to be transported to the e.r.
I am laying here actually, feeling like trash. That was around 7 in the evening, and it's now 3 am.
All through this, I've had so few kind words. And one trauma compounds on top of another.
I need to know that I can do this. I need to hear that even though I'm bleeding out a hole in my face and smoke is pouring out, that I am pretty. I need to hear reasons I'm loved. Not just the usual. Like real reasons. Reasons to stay.
There is goodness in the world.
I feel so alone. I am tired. It's been a long season. I just want to take care of the home and love my family and friends.
I don't think I can do this much longer.
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