Well -my stress levels have been high once again. Its the pit I always fall into. The anxiety stuff. So, when Im working - and its a local charity I work for - sorting piles among piles of donated clothes and sorts for their 2 small shops. Bare in mind I am the only one actually sorting this stuff and only work there 2 times a week. And open donations and throw away tons of old people mothball clothes and good intentions. And I keep the best and very best for our community, for our shops. I go through up to 20 or more bags a day at peak times. Its def a workout. My work doesn't supply me with basic tools either- like boxes or even information- you have to learn to make do and be your own boss really.Did I metion also their checks to me bounce and things like that? Im still waiting for my back pay.The thing is my anxiety makes me overdo it big time. I don't even stop for lunch or a break - I just nibble on the go kind a thing. And then, when I'm finished for the day and have to clean up after myself and then drive home - which is in the next town btw. I am so so exhausted like my body has completely rejected me.
But the thing is - I keep going. I'll usually go get a stimulant like a vegan chocolate and the caffeine will push me to go for the walk with rugs like most afternoons. And then tho, last week I was feeling like I needed that comfort feeling, I was vulnerable wanting to have a big hug and feel needed and feminine and all that. Needing to feel independent and away from that person I used to be for such a long time. That a-sexual, overweight, social and everything in between scared to live person that devoted most of her time to doing things for her parents she lived with. A sort of co-dependency with her mum etc. Mum cant drive- has a cochlea implant - Im like her right hip most of the time. And I live at home. And dad is never home. Always at bowls. So its always been me once I got my license.
Anyways, yeah Rugs is afraid ,I feel to be on his own alot. He gets bored and just always wants to be socially stimulated but in a kind of shallow way. Always still asking me over now, (purely as friends that is), well watch a few films and netflix and Ill go home.
And thats what happened last week. After work, and I am dead tired and so exausted, needed to nourish my body with rest and good slow eating of my tea.
But what happens is I have chocolate which makes me talk alot. I get 30-40 minutes after I come home to make and have my tea before rugs comes over for a walk. We take my dog to the beach, I drive us there. The fresh air is rewarding. Anyways I end up going over to his place, he drives me there and then is too tired to drive me back and I end up sleeping over in his bed - with pillows in the middle. And that night I just kept going - I was on the chocolate (very sensitive to caffiene) and also on the high anxiety and I just want control and I end up cleaning his entire shed/room. Well, what I could. Because it was disgusting. It stank of dog wee as he hadnt really been cleaning his lino properly and there were all tobacco peices everywhere, it just smelt horrific as I wasnt used to going over there in a while like I used to. I used to always clean his place and buy cleaning wipes and detergents/mops, bed sheets etc .. you name it. I just wanted to cleant that place lol. But its him and his lifestyle and what ever that makes it like that. And its all the time. Gosh, I mean who has a computer mouse with loads of gunk on it? Im talking tobacco mixed with hairspray which must be from his hands. I would scrape some off with a knife it was that bad. Not to mention all the big white balls of hairspray in his hair all the time lol.
But you know, I got ill after being there. I dont mind going there to get a little independence from home - but he is a huge toxic person regarding toxins lol.
But yes, I was silly. He asks me to come over and Im like Ill think about it. And then I end up there and we watch a film, then he cant concentrate and then its like - cant help it - this place is supurbly bad. And so, I went from all day with no break working carrying huge bags and going in and out of them, driving home, making my tea (sitting for 15 minutes), then driving to the beach to take rugs and the dog for a walk, going on that beach walk for an hour nearly. Then driving back home. Then packing a few things then sitting in his modern car that is not his but that he has smoked in and stinks so bad I have to lean my head out the window (instant illness), then clean his place for 2 hours or more cause it needed to be done, then sleep but not like his smells still there. Then, he drives me home in the morning and I get ready for work. Mind you, when ever I would stay over his place- Id never brush my teeth (well not in the bathroom anyway) or wash my face. The bathroom is in the house, where his mum is and his sister and I was too shy to go in and out. So Id never have my comforts. And then there is stinky him. He is like feral. Or grubby. Basic hygiene and cleanliness is not something he is good at all. He is not even good at keeping up anything.
Except his addictions and acting like a child with no responsibilities lol.
Im not trying to be horrible here, there is a touch of wanting to blare it out, but its ligit observation that indeed he acts like a kid.
So I over-did it last week. And also with my mum lately too. Ive over done it there too.
Im the purple people pleaser.
Im learning that Im scared to be in my own world for extended periods of time. Because I fear being in the same environment where my old un-serving behaviours would arise. I have a fear that where im at now is where I was back 10 years ago- the last time i was with a guy and the last time i got rejected. I tried to hang on to being slim and healthy and feeling attractive and feminine and with good self esteem, but the backload of stress and eating disorders - and what i went through, it all turned into a need in my body to conserve and slowdown and to turn back into the fat unnattractive asexual girl again. I had big fears about that then that no will power could override my fear which became my world and I ended up later obese and not going out again and not having a life. I was like that for 8-9 years.
So I fear that because I got slim and felt attractive again, had a guy again, and then got rejected again, I feel like Im destined to get obese again, a sexual again and just go around like i used to feeling ashamed and uncomfortable in my body again and not having a life.Being so ashamed to even walk into a supermarket. That kind of thing.
And the thing is, Ive been putting on weight now. And Im feeling depressed. Im feeling like Im heading in a path I dont want to go. My clothes arent fitting anymore. I used to be an XS and now a medium or even more.
I was so happy before. I used to have this feeling in my body like I was free kind of thing. That was the large percent raw diet I was on. My body would urge me to exercise- it loved it and I felt amazing.
Im trying to get the steps mentally to get there again. Its just hard a bit. I put myself last.