07-20-2021, 01:52 PM
Day 16
2nd off day
Where am I going?
Yeah. OF3 is changing something. I had 2 short crying spells today at work while alone. No flashbacks or anything negative, nothing bringing it on from obvious ways.
The first was the driver who I worked with, my first time with him. I had a judgment early on I carried from another driver, and I tried to find fault in my mind most of the day--all in my head. I thought this, I thought that, but what I became aware of is...I was afraid to drop my own guard with him. I felt my own fear of being vulnerable. After losing the mental battle that he was "bad", I remember just breaking down for a few seconds.
Then, right when I came back to the shop, a mechanic met me right when I parked the work truck. He approached me and said he wanted to ask me something in private. He showed me a scratch on his own car, which I couldn't deny. I'd been the only one who parked next to him with the work truck. I was guilty, but he quickly said he wasn't going to do anything (he's having it painted this week--set up weeks ago), and I could only feel regret for doing it unaware. When I got in my own vehicle, I wept, similar to this morning. I'm still soft.
I've felt open all day, relishing in people being extremely kind to me. It felt really, really desirable.
I've wondered why I'm crying. It's not tainted with bad feelings. No, quite the opposite. My mind is fighting me right now typing this, but I think my fears of being loved are being worked on.
2nd off day
Where am I going?
Yeah. OF3 is changing something. I had 2 short crying spells today at work while alone. No flashbacks or anything negative, nothing bringing it on from obvious ways.
The first was the driver who I worked with, my first time with him. I had a judgment early on I carried from another driver, and I tried to find fault in my mind most of the day--all in my head. I thought this, I thought that, but what I became aware of is...I was afraid to drop my own guard with him. I felt my own fear of being vulnerable. After losing the mental battle that he was "bad", I remember just breaking down for a few seconds.
Then, right when I came back to the shop, a mechanic met me right when I parked the work truck. He approached me and said he wanted to ask me something in private. He showed me a scratch on his own car, which I couldn't deny. I'd been the only one who parked next to him with the work truck. I was guilty, but he quickly said he wasn't going to do anything (he's having it painted this week--set up weeks ago), and I could only feel regret for doing it unaware. When I got in my own vehicle, I wept, similar to this morning. I'm still soft.
I've felt open all day, relishing in people being extremely kind to me. It felt really, really desirable.
I've wondered why I'm crying. It's not tainted with bad feelings. No, quite the opposite. My mind is fighting me right now typing this, but I think my fears of being loved are being worked on.
I want to be FREE!