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  • Avril 4

    Somedays you wake up with a cold

    Somedays I wake up with depression

    At first you’re not sure if you are sick, but you feel off

    Your nose is a little sensitive

    Your throat is scratchy

    There’s some lung congestion

    Mental cloudiness

    Cloudiness is how it starts for me

    I’ll wake up and not know who I am

    I spend a whole day remembering what my job is

    I get a deep sense of uneasiness

    Tension from a sustained string note

    It grows to anxiety about doing anything

    Fear of talking to people

    How to answer the benign question “how are you”

    Pending doom

    Let’s revisit every conversation you’ve had

    And see how big a moron you are

    Why were you such an asshole to your mom

    And your dad before he died.

    As the sickness grows

    Your sense of self retreats

    Until the darkness becomes you

    You become darkness

    In the absence of who you thought you were

    Sadness fills the vacuum

    Personality Hoover

  • Strengths Finder

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    Analytical

    Focus

    Restorative

    Significance

  • Hello again

    Hello again. It’s back. The darkness. Heaviness.

    I have reasons!!

    My day was frustrating at work. My boss micromanages me. I should have her job. I should actually have her boss’s job. But I made poor career choices five years ago and now here I am.

    My kids are fighting constantly.

    My house is such a mess and my kids won’t help me clean it up. The clutter causes me so much anxiety.

    I just want to blot it out. Numb out.

    I’ll look elsewhere for my dopamine. Video games. Candy. Porn. How pathetic. I know how to get healthy dopamine. All the ways – job, kids, house, relationship. All are fucked.

  • After a long day for both of us, after dinner debriefing.

    C starts talking about next week plans when we are both working

    N we will make it work, I’ll be home when you aren’t

    C starts reciting from their phone verbally the schedule for next week, that they already had texted me earlier today.

    N I need to write it down, I can’t understand it verbally.

    C rage. Well just read it in the calendar then it’s in there. Ya know what?…. Rage. Mocks me in a big dumb idiot voice “I don’t understand it I need everything written down”. Shuts down, gets angry, storms off, goes to bedroom

    Rest of night putting kids down is short tempered, cold.

    My reaction to the initial rage is hurt, shock, feeling abandoned, betrayal, loneliness. Inability to reconcile until it’s on her terms when she wants to. Until then she’s completely shut off. 

    Then I react by withdrawing, not wanting to be around it, scared of being yelled at, not wanting to fight.

    I really rarely want to fight with her. It’s no fun, what would be the point? It’s a zero sum game. It’s a trap.

  • high school – guilt about not fitting in in high school, not doing well in school, not keeping up with my classmates, not graduating university like most of them

    church – guilt for falling off the path

    using and early recovery – shaem for my vulnerability and dependency

    past fucks and lovers – not being good enough for them

  • Aug 5

    When i ask for Carrie to tidy up after herself in the bathroom, it triggers her and she will always become defensive and say “i don’t ooint out all the shit that you do that bugs me [cause I know you’re doing the best you can, and you should also not point the shit that i do that bugs you because you should just realise i’m doing the best I can…

    Interpretation: When I ask her to tidy up her stuff, she hears “you’re not doing enough, you’re not good enough, I don’t appreciate you. I’m going to leave you.” which causes her to react as if “if you’re going to leave me then I’m going to tell you all the shit that you do that bothers me that I don’t complain about” so that I’m not at fault here.

    Her defensive rebuttals: 

    “I never complain about anything you leave lying around.” 

    “You are just as messy as me.”

    “I never ask you for anything.”

    “I never come to you for emotional support. I know that you don’t have any emotional support to give me, so i go to my friends for that.”

    “You yell at the kids too.” 

    “I clean up just as much as you do.” 

    “You think that you are so good at everything.” 

    “you’re always telling me how you are better than me at XYZ.” 

    Mocking how I speak. 

    “You haven’t even once acknowledged how difficult this [nursing school] has been for me and how much of an accomplishment it has been.”

    Scenario:

    Me: “I am having a difficult time managing all the demands on me. Working full time while also taking care of the kids on summer break, their dropoffs and pickups, AND trying to do the laundry, keep the house tidy, cook, buy supplies, fix and maintain things, plan the future, handle our finances. I have a bunch of accounting work to do but can’t seem to find the time to fit it in.”

    Her: “Yeah Nick. I do all the laundry, tidy house, cook and take care of the kids too AND am in school. You don’t see me complaining about all the things that I have to do. If you need something then just tell me and I’ll do it for you. Don’t complain and mope around acting like you’re so hard done by. It sounds like you’re blaming me for everything – for the house not being tidy, for not doing more.”

    Me: “You are sounding a bit defensive. I wasn’t asking for any help from you in particular. I just wanted to tell you how I was feeling, and that I am feeling at my max.”

    Her: “Then I’ll watch the kids so you can go work.”

    Me: “I am not really asking for that. I don’t need a certain amount of hours of time to get this work done. I was just telling you how I was feeling. And I know we are both doing all we can to stay on top of the house chores and the kids.”

    “When you are at work during the week Monday to Friday and the kids are at home over the summer, it means that I have to watch the kids AND try to work remotely at the same time AND do all the other house stuff. Compared to when you are at work, you are physically at work and can be 100% at work. And when you are not at work, you are 100% not at work and can be fully engaged in taking care of the kids and the house stuff.”

    Her: “Yeah, that’s why when I need childcare I set it up in advance. I don’t know why you aren’t doing that.”

    Me: “Yes, I need to do that. That would solve the problem. And when you are done your practicum and working and actually getting paid, we can afford a housekeeper or nanny or some sort of help.”

    Her: “Yeah.”

    Me: “Until then, I don’t know how to stay on top of the housework. Maybe we all just need to tidy up after ourselves better.”

    Her: “I feel like I am.”

    Me: “well, the bathroom… I don’t even want to bring it up… But you still leave your stuff on the bathroom counter like everyday.” (trigger)

    Her: “You know what? You leave your shit on the bathroom sink too and I don’t say anything, I just clean it up because I’m like, “Nick is doing the best he can, I’m going to be a nice person and just clean up after him.” Instead you just point out all the things I do wrong. I can’t do anything good enough for you. You act like your shit doesn’t stink, like you don’t leave your shit lying around all over the house too.”

    Me: “I do? Where? Point out where I leave my shit lying around if it bothers you and I will clean it up. I don’t want to bother you and if I’m doing something that annoys you, I want to stop doing that.”

    Her: Pointing to two bins of sewing supplies in the hallway, “Those bins over there of whatever that is and this pile of stuff on this trunk.”

    Me: “Oh okay, yes, that bothers me too. I just didn’t really know where to put that stuff cause it has no home. I will move that stuff.

    Her: “See but that stuff doesn’t bother me because I don’t care about it! I don’t care if you leave stuff lying around because I recognize everything you do and cut you some slack.”

    Me: “Oh, well then it’s not the same as your bathroom mess. That DOES bother me, which is why I pointed it out. If my stuff lying around doesn’t bother you, then it’s not the same. You do this everytime I bring up your bathroom mess. You immediately get defensive and point out shit that I do but then say how it DOESN’T bother you, implying that what you do shouldn’t bother you either. Well, we aren’t the same person and I think it’s okay that we have different needs from each other.

  • stress

    Constant mess everywhere in our house. People not tidying up after themselves

    Credit card bill is always higher than expected, higher than I can afford

    Need to make money, yet kids unhelpful, prevent me from working

    Our house isn’t big enough

    Carries anger 

  • Five most important things

    Who you’re in a partnership with

    What you do for work

    Who you spend time with

    Where you live

    What you do when you’re not working

  • 1 Jul

    Divided, she went with rowan all day to a softball tournament. I took nova and Henrik (and the dog) to Steveston for CANADA Day festivities and to visit family. I found the whole day very hard. Also wasn’t on dex today. So tired. Everything felt like an effort. It’s easy to tell myself it’s my own fault or just my perspective on days like this, rather than seeing it as someone else’s fault. I mean, it never is another persons fault, right?

    So I’ve been with kids all day. Then Henriks friend Boaz came over for a sleepover four hours ago – Something Carrie had arranged two weeks ago and “forgot about”. And by the way, she’s also going to go out when she gets home. Going over to Meagan’s house to drink with her. Very vague about who is there or how wasted Meagan will be. So Illl just stay here and take Henrik, Boaz and Nova to the park and then put four kids to bed. It’s fine.

    I don’t think I’m in love with her anymore.

  • I apologize for swearing at you. I am at my emotional max as it is from this depression.

    I just can’t put up with that kind of disrespect. All I do is give and and provide. But it doesn’t give me the right to treat you shittily.

    It’s apparent over the past bit that you need more time commitment from me than I am able to commit to. I can see that is hard for you because you are doing all the heavy lifting with the kids and need more from me than I can give. I wish I could do more but I’m already collapsing.

    It doesn’t give you the right to resort to treat me like that though – getting angry at me like you did on Sunday when I couldn’t get Rowan, rolling your eyes at me when I come short of your expectations. 

    That sort of treatment from you is a trend and it makes me feel like complete shit, unappreciated. Especially at a time when I’m already feeling worthless. I’m not putting up with it anymore and I’m not letting you treat me like that anymore.

    I’m doing everything I can for this family as I always have. And so are you. And if I ever make you feel unappreciated I need you to let me know. So let’s drop these expectations of perfection and realize that if I come up short on your expectation, it’s not because I’m not already doing everything I can do.