Thing one. I refuse to be a prisoner of my thoughts, which is to say I refuse to categorize thoughts which are okay to think, and fretful, frightening thoughts as elsewise. It creates such a cell. If a stray news story about bone marrow comes, I flip the channel, I can’t allow it in. I can’t let it touch me. And that is not a way to live.
I still have not heard news on my mother and I am recalcifying around the desire to know. I will have to know. I will have to be involved. I want to support and be there. But I have such a thing in my head related to health and bad health news for the people I care about that I feel as though I am waiting for someone to shoot me with a gun. That there is no middle ground option and there absolutely, most likely, will be. There are a whole range of options and possibilities and I am just the person standing around hearing the news. Not, at this moment, the person going through it. I think I feel as though my empathy means I could get close enough to experience it as if it were happening to me, and then, somehow, it will be happening to me.
We have the family history. We have it in spades and I don’t want to think even jot one about it. Not even in terms of sane life precautions.
That…is a mental project.
I did not quit my job today though I was closer than I have been yet this morning driving in. Pressed up against the wall with things I can do nothing about, the prospect of being able to shift into something stable and away from everything making me crazy felt like the only out available to me.
There was a lot of talk with the boss. I explained about this other issue, this poker in my side, even though I wasn’t totally sure I should. She’s my boss, not the poker. So, I feel like I have to respect my empathy. Even if it sometimes puts me as last priority as I experience the suffering of others, it still is a deep and amazing gift. Just to know that you’re not wholly closed off. That the palette still has all of its colors.
I am still going to apply to the job I found yesterday. I do still want it, a night’s sleep has not changed that, but I think it’s a lot more sane to casually look and apply than to leap off the tall building and hope that the law of averages would catch me. We’ve experienced that enough in our family and I know that’s not the safe way to go. I just felt so…gah, I need to get paid. And I got paid, today. We all got paid. It’s a bandaid on a gusher, but I could at least get one piece of what I am due to pay out to the world out and that was something. My austerity plans will have to continue apace. It’s not all that far that we can keep this up.