Today was a decent mix of things.
Parents left in the morning. I took a Covid test (negative) and then messaged Fairy Gay Mother and Pirate Queen to check in on masking in their home. Seeing as the rest of my family won’t mask anymore even with numbers climbing again. Went over for Pirate lunch in honor of Fairy Gay Mothers entrance into the world.
Lovely noms, saw the silly singing episode of Star Trek. Realized I never finished first season of Our Flag Means Death. Started waning, but was just in time for cake, which was delicious, and also the sugar enabled me to get back without having the POTs flare.
Started about 3miles from home. Took my meds, took other meds to help, started pounding more water until my body was convinced to start eating more. Did a good mix of salty and sugar.
Thought I was evening out until I got up to go to the bathroom. That was the closest I’ve come to a full faint since I started on my meds and learning as much as I can about POTs. When you’re about to faint it always feels really funny to me. It’s like you fall asleep for a second while standing up, except I’m phasing in and out of consciousness. Which means I get to feel even weirder things, like my knees turning to jelly, and my hypermobile joints attempting to lock to keep me from hitting the ground. I get a hazy awareness of my fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter top. Those brief flashes of thought of, “do I try to hold onto the sink? Or do I use it as leverage to get myself to the floor so there’s less distance from my head to the ground?”.
Luckily it was just presyncope.
Sat my butt right back down and chugged more water and had some more food.
Got to watch a few episodes of Castlevania with my brother. And a few episodes of my current junk food show.
I’ve been in my feelings about a few things too. There’s some old wounds I’ve been trying to process because they are threatening to open some new ones with them. There’s been something I noticed over the last two days too that has been hard. Seeing things only I can see again, but tired of trying to convince anyone it’s real and I’m not crazy. So I just watched, observed, absorbed, and do what I always do. Survive.
There’s a voice in my head that tells me this thing from last night is so small and stupid I should just let it go. But my brain can’t.
Today was hard too around that.
I’ve been sad on and off all day since last night, but there’s something that gave me a tiny spark of hope. Not about the situation, but about myself. I started feeling really sad, and the junk food show was not sufficiently numbing, and I had the sudden urge to bake.
Baking and cooking are the places where I can find peace. The steps and thoughts needed for those tasks make my brain slow down and focus. It can slow it down enough that I can work through some bigger feelings or at the very least acknowledge them without a giant swell of anxiety.
It had always been one of the healthy coping mechanisms. And then I get the extra bonus of sharing the items with people I care about and that in turn makes me feel better.
My history with baking became complicated when Heathcliff used it as a way to start fights. My baking became less and less, until I basically stopped all together.
During the divorce, I was able to start finding that joy again.
Since moving back in with family, my cooking and baking has become twisted again. Having an existence in any space in this house has. I feel like I can’t do the things I need and enjoy in this space because it will always result in fights and further breaking me down, and gaslighting.
I’m happy that I reached for it tonight and didn’t have any hesitation or anxiety. I was just excited to see if I could make something I never had the courage to bake before.
Tomorrow, hopefully we’ll have homemade cinnamon rolls, using discard from my sourdough discard aka BOB. Pray to deities of rising dough for me.
Now I curl up in bed. The voices and not great thoughts are still there. But at least they’re quieter and I’m feeling more solid in knowing I will do what I need to do for taking care of myself. I’m figuring out new boundaries and lines and that’s important to keep myself healthy.
Tomorrow, brunch, at home spa day with the kids, maybe some chores, maybe some gaming, and definitely crafting.