Search

If you are new to my blog, you can read about how it started here.

If you are a child sexual abuse survivor and are interested in contributing to my book, First Aid For Incest, please e-mail me at ksoust | AT | gmail | DOT | com

Past entries
I write like
Isaac Asimov

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Communities

The Blog Farm
Untitled Document LGLPCI logo
« Added benefit - I'm not a quitter | Main | I forbade myself to climax »
Thursday
Apr082010

Am I too emotional?

I have been called by my relatives all kinds of names - like "drama queen" - and have been told "you're too emotional", "why do you have to dig up all that stuff? look forward!", "you dramatize everything too much", "can't you just suck it up?", "push it in the back of your mind - why dwell on it?", "you're like a fanatic, it's not healthy", and so on. I have been told this all my life, to the point where I started believing it myself. The truth is, I am not too emotional, I am simply EMOTIONAL, and the rest of my family has shoved their emotions into the back of their minds, instead of dealing with them in the open. 

I'm past the stage of being overly talkative - I've been even diagnosed with ADD because I would always interrupt people, I'd try to put in a hundred words before I had time to say one. I'd talk non-stop, incessantly, and now after years of this talking - it is all but gone. It wasn't ADD, it was PTSD and the urge to tell my story - to someone - who wouldn't push me away and who would believe me.

Now, it seems, I am in the emotional stage. I have been suppressing my emotions for so long, that anything that triggers a memory point becomes an emotional avalanche - I scream when others would shrug, I cry when others would sadly smile, I fluctuate between depression and euphoria when others would not notice the difference in their mood. I recognized this as another stage - all of my emotions have to come out. I am not crazy, I am not a drama queen, and I am not a fanatic, I'm giving way to the old garbage - to come out and leave my body and my mind. When it leaves, I have space - space for being quiet and content. So it is this evening - life is quiet and content. I ate dinner, I write my blog, I am comfortable, in my pj's, I look forward to dozing off when I'm done writing - the beauty of all of this is - I don;t have my usual anxiety, it's GONE. I'm at peace - I celebrate this day as a rare gift - to be without anxiety for me is like to be free. For the first time. It feels great. 

To my family - that is why I'm digging up everything that happened to me - to cleanse, to rinse out my soul, so that it's sparkly and fresh, so that is can generate love and peace, so that is can experience life without boundaries. With emotions. Always.

PrintView Printer Friendly Version

EmailEmail Article to Friend

Reader Comments

There are no comments for this journal entry. To create a new comment, use the form below.

PostPost a New Comment

Enter your information below to add a new comment.

My response is on my own website »
Author Email (optional):
Author URL (optional):
Post:
 
Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>