It looks like GAFF is down. Either that, or it's an attempt to harvest passwords.
We'll see.
ETA: GAFF is back up. Confetti and noisemakers for everybody.
Meh. I'm exhausted. Off to take a hot bath, then possibly to bed. Suddenly I feel like I just can't handle life...
ETA: The fact of the matter is, DBT was a bitch today. The session dealt with interpersonal effectiveness, and just drove home to me how fucking many SKILLS we need to learn and use to create a life that's worth living... because frankly, a lot of the time I feel like my life is not. One of the analogies trotted out was that of the batter in the batting cage, where regardless of whether or not you swing that bat, the balls just keep coming. The counsellors called it the choice of to swing or not to swing. And I thought, "What about the choice to just drop the bat and walk right out of the cage?"
I'm so tired of repetitive suicidality. Especially when it alternates on the split-second with feelings of being healthy and able to cope. The result is a really miserable form of mental whiplash.
ETA II: One tranquillizer, down the hatch. Tuning into Radio Zero-One -- a station I highly recommend, because
he_dreams_awake has some interesting and profound things to say along with some kick-ass music -- until the medication kicks in.
I wish I didn't feel so damned useless, but it's probably entirely my own fault.
We'll see.
ETA: GAFF is back up. Confetti and noisemakers for everybody.
Meh. I'm exhausted. Off to take a hot bath, then possibly to bed. Suddenly I feel like I just can't handle life...
ETA: The fact of the matter is, DBT was a bitch today. The session dealt with interpersonal effectiveness, and just drove home to me how fucking many SKILLS we need to learn and use to create a life that's worth living... because frankly, a lot of the time I feel like my life is not. One of the analogies trotted out was that of the batter in the batting cage, where regardless of whether or not you swing that bat, the balls just keep coming. The counsellors called it the choice of to swing or not to swing. And I thought, "What about the choice to just drop the bat and walk right out of the cage?"
I'm so tired of repetitive suicidality. Especially when it alternates on the split-second with feelings of being healthy and able to cope. The result is a really miserable form of mental whiplash.
ETA II: One tranquillizer, down the hatch. Tuning into Radio Zero-One -- a station I highly recommend, because
I wish I didn't feel so damned useless, but it's probably entirely my own fault.
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Suddenly I feel like I just can't handle life...
Yeah. I had a bad moment like that this evening. Kind've a last straw thing, you know? Hope the hot bath helps.
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IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT!!!!111111 None of this is your fault. Geez, woman, will you do yourself and all of us a favor and find something else to beat up on besides yourself? Get yourself a good punching bag and clobber that, even if you have to go through a bag a month and you have to invest in Everlast punching bag stock.
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I don't think matrixrefugee meant you should shut up, crowdog. It's just that you shouldn't beat yourself up over things which, let's face it, you're not entirely in control of. We all fail, we all slide backwards now and then. It doesn't make you worthless.
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Thanks for the words of support.
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I must have sounded like an utter bitch when I made that comment. I'm sorry I said what I did. Please don't do anything to hurt yourself. I'd be devastated if you did and I'd blame myself for it forever...
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And no, you had a valid point. I should know by now that I whine too much and that expressing my innermost feelings is generally both useless and pointless. I'm not sure yet whether or not to keep this LJ going or just switch it to a "hearts and flowers" mode, but I'll decide that when I'm in a more rational frame of mind.
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...And certain Exiles in my headspace would snark at it.
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**Continues whacking depression into submission if it tries to sneak up on the crow-lady**
MMmmm.... chocolate covered baseball bats ....