Out of the Tornado

I haven't been here in a long time, writing elsewhere for a while. But I'm experiencing anxiety today, something that hasn't happened to me for a while. The cause isn't really what has been happening around me but that I let myself get caught up in the whirlwind again - someone else's drama and problems - trying to fix what is not mine to fix, to help when helping only hinders.

So I woke up this morning feeling used and abused, actually more like I have PTSD. I am suffering more than the person who took me on their little journey of freaking out and dumping it on me. They got on with their life today while I drug myself out of bed, barely able to function. My skin is on edge, crawling with pins and needles. Not even a hot bath helped.

I ate more at breakfast than I usually do and I still wasn't satisfied. I tried not to eat too much lunch, but I ate the wrong things. It might be tomorrow before I take good care of myself physically so I can feel better mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. That's still better than how long it used to take before recovery. One day is nothing when I think about the weeks, months, even years I suffered from someone else's drama.

At least it isn't my drama anymore. At least I kept the conversations with the sick person short today. I didn't go out of my way to do for them, didn't offer to do more, didn't offer to give them money, didn't offer to put my life on hold so they could live their life instead of me living mine. Instead, I decided to write here as an exercise to let this go, to maybe help someone else know they will survive the tornado, but they have to get out of its way.

Thanks for listening!