“I revealed too much too soon. I was emotionally slutty.”
~Carrie Bradshaw- Sex and the City
This is so me…. (usually) I have a tendency to share way too much. Usually too soon. And not always with people who want to even know (this much) such information. Then later wish I could pull at least some of it back. I saw a therapist off and on over the years. I either had nothing to say or just dumped. Like vomit. About everything. Relevant or not. I’m pretty sure I did this to my sister the other day. Completely unintentionally. Despite my not meaning to. But I think having to do with my recent lack of having/feeling an ‘off switch’….
I’ve been feeling so detached lately. Emotionally….stand off-ish and distant. I just seem to be going through the day to day motions. Some days I’m a weepy mess. Am I depressed? Possibly… I don’t know why though. (Having my kiddos gone for six days before Christmas I don’t think helped) Don’t you have to feel something to be depressed??? PC asked if I was taking my meds. Yes…I am. Maybe I need to up them again? (he suggested) I don’t know…
Everyone has noticed. My sister. Roxy. BFD. PC… I had to try to explain to him, that it’s everyone I’m withdrawn from. It has nothing to do with him specifically but everything to do with me.
Writing a post feels like work. Because it means having to evoke emotion. *Think* And I just…can’t. Why???
I need to try to figure out what is going on with me. And fix it. *sigh* Sometimes finally voicing it, talking about it…helps. I guess we’ll see. I just want to feel like myself again. Hell. I just want to feel anything again.
All of this aside though. We, I, had a really good Christmas. My dad and I used to be quite close, then became distant many, many years ago, completely losing any sort of a relationship (for reasons I don’t want to go into here) and over the last year things have turned around. My sister, dad and I really enjoyed the day together.
Later that night, LP and I sang karaoke. Singing Hinders “Lips of an Angel” over and over again…because that’s what she was best at and enjoyed singing the most. PC and I enjoyed an evening laying in bed, watching TV together (who cares that it was some ridiculous scary movie that we both rolled our eyes, laughing at)….
Anyway. I’m going to keep trying to work on the ‘normal’ stuff. To try to get back to feeling again.
~ xo


























































