Sigh.
A week or more ago, I had a rather sudden flip-out. I’ve been engaged in some rather obsessive behavior—addictive really. Anyway, I felt I had to stop it. Cold turkey. In order to stop it, I could no longer come to fluther (at least as who I was), and I had to delete my gmail account and my facebook account. Otherwise I would have been tempted again, and I just can’t afford that.
I had planned on staying away forever, but, obviously, that didn’t happen. I don’t know. If this gets out of hand again, .... but I don’t want it to. I’m not going to let it happen again.
And that’s the thing. I can’t afford to think of myself as “the loon” any more. I don’t want to identify as a lunatic. It was a part of my life and I learned a lot, but it wasn’t healthy for me to think of myself that way.
So, when I came back, I tried to find a name that symbolized where I want to go now. I want to be positive and constructive, and be able to admit that I am talented and wise. Wow. If you only knew the feelings rushing through me as I leave those words up there. I think my whole body is scared and there’s a part of me that is sad, and a very tiny brave part who seems to be standing up to all that shit.
But I do have talents, and I can write well, and I have things to say that people are interested in—and sometimes the things I say are very meaningful to those I write them to.
Like I say, it’s so much easier to deny those things and to pretend I’m really nobody and nothing, and just spitting out silly words that don’t mean shit. I don’t want to be that person. I want to be the person who can tell the truth, even when it is in his favor. You can’t imagine how hard this is for me.
Anyway, in staying away from fluther, my method was one day at a time. I’ll stay away today. And today. And today. And today. And today.
That was as far as I got. Still, I think it was instructive. I’m not going to beat myself up for falling off the wagon. People do that. And maybe it’s not that important if I can manage other parts of my life better. And it is to those parts that I state my intention, wundayatta time, to keep on being this person I’d rather be.
Maybe there are days when I fail, but that’s just a day. The next day starts anew. And if I get through that day, there will be another. And if I don’t get through it, there will still be another.
I’m sorry about doing it this way. I never planned it. I just did it in a moment of pain and confusion. I didn’t want to make anyone angry with me for suddenly disappearing, but I disappeared, and I’m sure some people were pissed. I’m sorry.
But now, I want to be non-depressed. I want to stop fearing that I’m falling into a hole again. I want to be well. I promised my wife that I would be well. I knew I could do that, and I know I can do that. But I can’t freak out about making sure my promise is kept. I can only go forward, as I said, wundayatta time.