Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • June 5, 2009, midnight
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Ahhhh yes, and so where were we on my purgings of late? Oh yeah, trying to figure out why I’ve made the choices I’ve made. Hmmmmmm….I guess that kind of remains to be seen.

You know, when I’m at home, alone, and I start to get lonely or emotional or extremely sad, I find myself saying, “I’m sorry” out loud, over and over and over again. And for the longest time, it felt like I was actually saying it to EXMS, as if saying it over and over would make him hear it and know that I was truly sorry for my part in the demise of our relationship.

But perhaps I really should have been saying it to myself. I have been terribly hard on myself. I haven’t protected myself or made amends with myself for my choices. I tortured myself over my job and EXMS and didn’t take care of myself AT ALL! I started making really unhealthy choices: eating poorly, smoking, obsessing, not working out, abandoning my running, neglecting friendships and family, my loft was a mess… I just felt everything crumbling, crumbling around me. And I watched this happen—not really helplessly, well sort of helplessly, but it was more like I threw up my hands and screamed, “I GIVE UP!!!”

And I watched it allllll fall down around me. It was surreal.

And today it feels like I’m sorting through wreckage, which is strange as well. Because there are things that I don’t yet want to uncover, dust off and take care of. Even though I know I need to. It’s calm right now (thank goodness), but who knows what’s around the corner? Looters? Brewing storms? A tsunami? I don’t know, but I need to get ready!!


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