Gosh it’s been a while since I have written in here. I’ll try and do a quick catch up.
The Smoker and I are still together living in the small town townhouse we rented. My small business has grown into 2 small businesses, plus I still do freelance work on the side. I am making ok money, but as always, want to be doing more. I have also joined a group of women from my hometown to open a cooperative shop a few towns over. I work there once or twice a week and have been making a little extra from that. The month of July has found me hitting a wall emotionally. I had started doing more in person events with my businesses, i.e. pop up shops and festivals. Recently I did an event in my local city where my partner and I were attacked by a mentally ill man. The following week the Smoker got into an accident with myself and my other business partner in the car. These two events triggered my agoraphobia like never before. I have been drinking and hiding out from social events and family ever since.
I had nightmares for two weeks straight after the attack. This guy stalked our tent at a large local festival. We didn’t have many customers due to rain. When we started packing up this guy went crazy and came after us. I went and got the police. Long story short, he was schizophrenic and thought we were terrorists. It was a very scary incident. It triggered me. BIG TIME. My biggest fear is of not being in control in a public place. This was exactly that. Luckily myself and female business partner were not hurt. She was fine. I was fine. One day later I stopped being able to function. I’m drunk as I’m typing this. I didn’t know how else I’d be able to discuss this.
The Smoker and I are struggling again. We were pretty solid in 2014. Even talked about getting married. This event pushed me into a dark place. I don’t get the support I need from him right now. Every now and then cheating enters my mind. I have not acted on it. I don’t think I will. Despite it all I have love for him. I resent him, but I have love for him. I also still have a rather large stomach hernia. No one wants someone that looks like me. But some how he still does. It’s worth something. Just not as much as it should.
I am imploding. I fear I will destroy everything I have built due to this little trigger I have pulled. Who cares. Who reads this? I am sure my readers are long gone. It’s ok. I just need to get it out. I loathe myself and how I feel. I ask God constantly, why didn’t you just take me when I was dying? Why don’t you speak to me anymore. In the grips of Cancer, God’s voice was so clear to me. Now, the silence is deafening.
I know I need help. I am just to fucked to reach out for it. Drinking and drugs are what I do. Furhter over the edge because there is no marijauna anywhere. Just scrapings.Metaphor for my life.