Will I still be who I am If I stop giving chances?

Will I still be who I am and want to be if I stop giving people chances? There are so many pros and cons to both sides. Not getting hurt, not experiencing something amazing, not being taken advantage of, not learning something, learning something painfully. The list goes on. But the biggest con for me; will I have lost my love for the faults in humanity and every individual’s ability to rise above it?

But would I still be the me who I believe in when I look in the mirror? The person who believes that others can change if anyone bothered to let them… and if cigarettes are any indication or break ups for that matter, it can take quite a few times before quitting- a pattern, a behavior- finally sticks. I certainly know it takes a lot of times messing up, depressingly often, for years, before there is any noticeable changes in myself. Even when they are something that I work on everyday.

I talk too much, I come off too strongly to people. This can be very off putting. With the abuse I’ve been through I have been told how awful these traits are to the point where I realized I haven’t believed I’m worth being friends with for quite a long time. The worst part is, it isn’t like anyone else I know doesn’t just reconfirm they don’t like these essential parts of me being who I am. I just wish one person not my parents would tell me that those parts of me are good.

Do I change these things to fit other people? To not deal with the heartache of being so lonely? If I do that, will my heart ache for who I am stifling, my true me? Maybe they are all just right, maybe I am the problem… I am too much. Is that a bad thing though?

If so… how do I change this part of me that is so strongly ingrained in to who I am? If I don’t change then do I put up with the heartache, attacks, bullying of all the people who claim to care? Before of course disappearing from my daily life, but not before they put in their two cents, with the rare occasion I do see them and the bullying starts again? They have already been walking away claiming to be the victims- as I have been lashing out at them for being dragged into my now old group’s nasty drama then having their self absorbed drama/hormone induced narcissism (I know, mildly hyperbolic, but really mildly sadly) jumping on me and blaming me for it.

I want nothing of those people. I want to start new. I want to start listening to my gut and not letting my mind, circumstance, and other people I trust too talk me out of those truths I know

Every time I don’t listen to my instincts I get royally screwed over. Almost always with that person escaping as the victim cause they are “pretty little liars,” but being as blunt as I am… I must be the bad guy right? I won’t play their gaslighting games anymore. I’ve seen therapists long enough for them to tell me I haven’t an ounce of narcissism in me, that they are projecting, that I am being gaslighted. But I still keep making new friends who do the same to me over again. When will it end? How do I actually walk away from these toxic people when they are as ingrained in to the small town life that I live as they are?

An example of why I can’t walk away from a big part of our old group of friends is that in order for my husband to get promoted at work I have to play nice to- nasty narcissists who are manipulative and abusive in order to get what they want. Who somehow, until recently, would gaslight me into believing it was me. I swore I was cutting these people out of my life. But I can’t not if I want my husband to get a salaried job and not just be on minimum wage. Thank goodness for Obamacare or I’d be screwed with no healthcare until he gets moved up. But if I don’t play small town politics with these crooks like they are friends then any chance for advancement is going to be a nasty fight.

Thank goodness the top bosses aren’t in that drama nonsense. Because if it goes wrong, which I’m hoping it’s my anxiety thinking there’s no chance it won’t, these bosses should be able to recognize that this person who is above my BFG and training him has a personal issue with me and is taking it out on BFG. I have an issue with my husband NOT having an issue with the things this guy has done to me and to BFG and other friends at this point– all for this guy’s own gain. But that is so very separate an issue from that of playing politics of a corporate wife, even on the barely above minimum wage level. Because this being a small town, me deciding not to keep toxic people in my life limits who I see drastically. Other than for networking for BFG’s work. Which being as small a town as it is means seeing almost ALL of them, so trying to cut out the toxic people is practically lip service to myself… at least I haven’t run into my ex-husband in all this. That would be the toping on the cake.

I’m done giving these people chances, but I have to keep playing like they matter to me, I have to keep giving them chances, as the more I see them or interact with any of them– the worse my now continuously self-perpetuating abuse cycle in my head grows, just by hearing the things they have to say to me, seeing their faces, knowing to my BFG what they did just doesn’t matter to him even if it matters to me. Other than that it may cause problems for him with work and said people. But my husband needs the promotions for our family. Am I being selfish to ask that these people not be in my thus our lives?

My psyche and ability to move past my PTSD sooner rather than later or never versus my husband actually having a job that supports us as a family? Do I ever have a choice that’s a good one or will it always be to sacrifice one piece of myself or another? So do I screw up our family’s future possibly by taking away chances from the people who have already burned me or do I keep being me, letting them in… knowing in the end I will walk away far more damaged than I was before? I ask this as if it is really a question, but perhaps it is all rhetorical, perhaps I really have no choice, after all I am only being me

… right?

 

The Next Square

Deciding where to go with a Knit-As-You-Go Throw is the whole thing! Not having a specific path, no requirements, no limits, no picking the better of the bad choices… wait are we still talking about a Throw? Yes, that’s the point. Channeling my energy into something that can both artistically represent the emotional process (as I believe art should) and help me arrive at a healthier mindset about the entire issue.

What is the issue? Well I suppose I would say the lack of control that Lupus causes in my life. Maybe Lupus sharing the same root word as Lupine (i.e., wolf) is more accurate than we think…well certainly a werewolf. No matter what, on a full-moon a werewolf gets taken over by its Lupine side and the human part can’t do a thing about it. Lupus is like that, sometimes it just doesn’t matter what or how much I do, the wolf still gets out.

How can I cope with this chaos constantly? When I wakeup daily not knowing until I crack open an eyeball and wiggle a finger, if my day will be Lupus heavy or light. I’ve learned to enjoy the puzzle that is myself as well as the funky outlets that make the whole world more fun. ;)

My Throw is a way for me to be in control of my choices where elsewhere, I retain little control.

I’m getting further with my knitting…no really! I’ve gotten two more squares finished on my Throw. It’s just, I can’t decide whether to make a giant purple cable (twisty twirly stitch that stands out of the blanket to non-knitters) for my next square down the middle or not, so I can’t seem to keep going. I know I want to make that swatch purple, what’s stopping me is the debate over whether to put a cable design on the square or something that has a more double sided pattern? With the KAYG Throw I decide every single step. (Though it would be fun, like a game if anyone has suggestions.) With each step I decide where do I want the next square, if I want the square to be a circle, what design do I want this square to be. I can even make the next square a totally different material! I have more than one choice! I have more than two choices. None of them are bad, none of the choices will hurt me. I can undo anything I don’t like. I control the chaos I’m creating; unlike the chaos my body is creating inside me.

In the end, when I have finished my Knit-As-You-Go Throw I will have controlled all of it–the beauty, the chaos, the beauty in the chaos! And that is a good feeling!