err … it is not okay, but I like the quote, so there we go – I could have photoshopped it, but I really just could not be arsed right now.
I have realised that in this process I am emotionally removed.
I am so busy ticking of blocks in my head, worrying about the “who, where and how” that I have parked any emotional reaction to what is clearly a cluster f*ck of note.
I have had two total snot cries, but the rest of the time I have kept a “chin up” and a “you just gotta move through it” attitude, which is great. Yep, pretty great.
I know that the tsunami of “what the hell happened” is going to hit me. Soon.
The part I fear that when it hits, it will be the storm of 2011 – and I do not have the resources to deal with another one of those sucker punches. I can well work out my abilities, and facing that sort of “down” is just not possible.
I can’t face that climb up out of the quagmire. The sticky grabbing mud that suffocates you. It is too difficult. It requires more energy than I have right now.
I met with new head doctor yesterday – it was hardly a match made in heaven, but I really have no interest in trying to shop around. I will give him three sessions and take it from there. He indicated that my rather fun sides effects were clearly more anxiety driven than depression driven.
Yay – I love doing multiple choice questions.
For all the stuff I say about depression – he has managed to be on the fringes and has not really come to play in some time. He has sent his dark side kick anxiety and stress which makes for interesting days. And nights.
Super villains without capes. And often less appealing personalities than you would expect.
Kennith and I are using “mediation and facilitation” which I strongly recommend to anyone who wishes to end a marriage. Cheaper than lawyers, and if you find the right m&f team, you can aim to have your marriage done and dusted in about 5 visits.
Then the paperwork is sent to a lawyer person, who will present it at court and hey presto, it is all over.
Both of you can act like it never happened. Unless you have kids, then well you are fucked either way.
I saw a pregnant woman at Pick ‘n Pay today and I felt an overriding urge to run up and warn her – but she looked so happy, and I figured I might appear someone unhinged holding my bag of apples, two bottles of wine and 2 liters of milk, that I decided to leave her alone.
I am sort of glad I never changed my signature.
I am sort of wondering if I should head back to home affairs and change my name back — but then my name is different from my kids, and that alone is a bit of a mind f*ck on all sorts of levels.
If someone asks me then I am “fine” … but the reality is that I am anxious, over wrought, stressed and about a flick away from going off my head.
The kids seem fine.
The dogs do not seem to be bothered.
I however appear not to be fully cogniscent of what is happening, and that is where I worry.
On the other hand Darren, I saw American Hustle earlier this week – fantastic movie!!!! Nothing I did not love in that movie.