I started my morning snapping at Justin for reminding me that we were supposed to run 5.5 miles (we were training for a 10K so we had been following a running schedule). The way I shouted at him woke up a deep shame within me. It had been several days of this now, where he would just look at me and I would shoot him a glare with a sharp and cold โWhat?!โ
The more patient and attentive he was the more guilt I felt, and the way it compounded throughout the week I felt like I was drowning in a sea of my own suffering. I found myself in the depths of what was so familiar. I had been here before.
Yes, this used to be my normal.
I felt polarizing feelings; I had feelings of gratitude for how far I had come and how I had lived years outside of this suffocating feeling of anxiety and dysregulation. Simultaneously I was feeling grief that this was where I was at right now, and questioning how I even got here.
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