Thursday, April 2, 2009
The kids have been begging for a long time to get their hair cut. We finally have time to make it happen and I'm supposed to leave now to go with them. I'm in a very, very bad place. I tried to shove it off on the husband, but the girls want their mother. I wanted to get my hair cut, too, but I don't think I can deal with it. And not just because I once had a horrible dissociative episode at the hairdresser. I'm really treading thin ice here. I have my shades. I have magic. I don't know if they are strong enough. I feel very alone and trapped and like no one can help me. I don't even know why I am posting about it. I'm not sure why I do anything anymore.
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Wishes for strength to you.
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-else
Thank you, Else. I needed some strength and I'm grateful I was able to find it. There was some dissociation, and also my best pretender skills. I couldn't let the opportunity go to waste and I couldn't let the kids be disappointed. I got my hair cut, too. I think it helped me to do that. I've been wanting to do it for weeks.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you went and also got your own hair cut. It feels horrible to be in that hopeless space. Just remember that it always passes. Sending you lots of strength and good energy.
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Tamara
Yes it does feel horrible to be hopeless.
ReplyDeleteGlad you found the strength.
ReplyDeleteI wonder, your haircut...
short punky style cut and maybe a dash of pink dyed in?
I hope you're feeling a bit more settled today. I'm thinking of you.
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ReplyDeleteHi, Kahless. You gave me a chuckle. No punky, pink hair. Just shorter than it was. It was way too long.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Superla. I'm much better than I was.
Thank you, JIP. That is very sweet of you. I will do the post as soon as I feel a little bit more recovered.
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I like it when I make you chuckle!
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