Things that gives me a bittersweet aftertaste or shall I say a hang over kind of feeling
I am never used to confrontation and whenever I speak up my mind even to these days, 2 years since I started working on it, I still feel like I have drunk a barrel of a liquid, poured it all into my system and suffocating afterwards. “Why is the case?”, I am puzzled.
When I can see the possible outcome of things, especially the negative ones, I worry for the people involved and then, I feel the urge to just tell them about it hoping it would help even though I think it might hurt them. I say things to them then I feel so bad, I would loathe myself for having hurt or offended them. I feel like I have done this to a lot of people.
This week, I just feel so bothered by these things.
The drunken situations with my friend. It was really fun and I was glad I could still take care of her despite being a bit tipsy myself. But, I should have kept everything to myself no matter how fun it was to share with everyone involved that night. After sharing it with everyone, I kept asking myself “What was really my point?” “Did I want validation?” Maybe. Coz I was proud of having done something I never imagined I would do to anyone. “Am I really supposed to share those things that I did to help someone in need, especially if I treat her as a friend?” No, but if I already shared them, I am not that person I want to be anymore. I am worried I offended her and made her feel like she owe me or anything, because she really doesn’t. I would feel worse when she would thank me after sharing it because maybe she just feels like she ought to thank me now that I have told everyone about it.
My coworker and her approach. I felt so bothered by it because it appeared impolite and I felt responsible for my students so I had to suggest to my coworker a much better way of doing things instead. I felt like hell while doing it. I felt relieved having to express it, but I felt horrible knowing it might have felt her awkward and or worse, it might have made her felt judged or something. Actually, my worse feeling started after I had told my boyfriend about it and he told me, perhaps my coworker was just too comfortable with me that she thinks that what she was doing was okay because she jumped in and was just trying to help and then I saw it as something else like she was trying to undermine me by making me look liked I did not know what I was doing to my students. I mean, boy was he right. I did think part of it like this. So, I felt horrible telling myself, “Wait! Was it also, did I do it because of my ego?” But, I felt concerned, too. I know my students well and I know they would be uncomfortable to the situation but man, did I really just overthink about it as my boyfriend said so. Were my students really just okay? I mean if they did not feel uncomfortable about it, I should have not made my coworker uncomfortable, then. But I also know it would make me uncomfortable if she keeps on buttling in like that. I just think it’s inappropriate.
The thought of me appearing selfish. There are certain people I keep on talking with about unconventional slash weird relationship in the past. Why do I feel the need and the joy to keep on talking about it? It’s in the past for God’s sake. I feel bothered by it because, in the past, in 2019, I was still on that I-only-share-things-to-this-person-and-a-different-thing-to-another shit. I’ve told people a twisted version and I’ve told a little bit a more tweaked version of the stories to others. I had trust issues back then. Also, I really wanted to move on at that time and I just wanted to forget and erase the memories and so I did not really care whether or not, some of it were true. Plus, I know that the people I was talking with were associated with people who make talking about other people’s back their past time. Then, there came a time when in 2022, I had the chance to really looked back to everything and decided to come clean to one of the person I trust the most in the circle. I talked to her and told her about it. To my dismay, I regretted once again the trust I put in her. Of all the people, she was the one who share it to one of the people (M) I don’t really trust. Now, that person (M), must have shared it with (J) and then, to another (J). Then the second (J) talked about it with another (J) whom I shared a slightly different version of the story. And having talked shared about it amongst the group (I know now with the friend I am currently sharing things with), I HAVE APPEARED to be A LIAR to them. But it’s okay. It’s true. I lied about parts of it because I did not fully trust any of them about anything. But why should I care? I don’t know. I am bothered by it because I lied but I have always been just honest to myself even when I lie to others, so I think I should just hold on to this. Afterall, no one really knows how we feel and think about a situation aside from ourselves. Why do I have to please people anyway? Why do I have to be accepted by them if they are people who I don’t find myself comfortable to be sharing things with? I am into growing. Talking about people behind their back is something only high schools and or bystanders in life would do. I am not that or I don’t want to be that so well, let’s just say, if they really did talk bad about me behind me, they just don’t really belong to my circle because I never did this to any of them (L, A, J, E, M, J, J and J) because I consider them real friends.
Urggh I keep on getting these feelings whenever I have to talk about an incident about someone I griped about in March. I end up backbiting her to others and I always feel horrible doing this. I feel like I am violating my “if you respect people, you do not talk about them behind their back guiding principle” This person in March and the other person similar to her are the only people who trigger me so much and that I end up compromising my beliefs. I know they are people for me to avoid with in the beginning but perhaps the universe really wanted me to deal with these kinds since I was brought here and to various situations with them. They don’t really do physical harm anyway. They are just mental stressors, (cunning and manipulative — just the other one is less intense than the other) LESSON HERE: Stick to whoever you want to be. Never compromise your principle or else you end becoming the person you hate and avoid in people. Focus on growth, because if you do, it is easy to see the message of the situation rather than what you are suffering from it. (J and J in Japan situation)
Another coworker who is a friend. I am happy and really thankful that one of my friends is finally here with a lot of better opportunities to enjoy and experience life. I am also concerned whether she can stay longer or not and if there is any way I can help her because I know staying has really a lot of upsides for her. I felt like I was observing how she would conduct her lesson even when no one told me to because I am just too concerned in how I can better help her, but I know that I am uncomfortable doing it. Like telling everyone what they need to do because I am sure they know and thinking about it, too. But still I could not keep it to myself, I was kind of like saying it indirectly. I thought of it and I don’t know for some reasons, my thoughts are always louder to the people I think about it to. For some reasons, it would manifest in my actions and in some other ways and I can just feel that they somehow read my thoughts and there’s this awkwardness. Or maybe I am just overthinking it again. 6/7/2023
I feel lost and am unable to stand firm on what I want to do anymore and how I am going to achieve the things I want because I have been so distracted. I guess this is an aftermath of letting someone disrupts your flow by letting them in even when you know you will have a lot of adjustments to do and things to work out with them. Now, it’s not even that worth it anymore. He caused me to doubt things and stuff. And yet, I am still here wherever we are now. I just need to hold onto this and make it work like it is supposed to. I made that decision in the beginning of this above all. 6/8/23 (L distraction)
I think the common denominator of these all is that I care more haha caring more is just my way of saying I OVERTHINK THINGS AGAIN. Therefore, I should just care less. Why do I keep having rooms for shits like this in my head these days again? Right, because I have been distracted. My flows disrupted and I care more about the things I shouldn’t. DUH (me rolling eyes to myself)
P.S. when the only therapist I have is myself 😀
–marymancee✨ || drowning with the thoughts of me should live alone because me only end up hurting people, instead of touching and making a difference in their lives, them–the people I come across with and cared for || June 5-8, 2023
To make sure we don’t get off on the wrong foot, let me clarify that this isn’t literal. I don’t physically burn myself to get high. I know I have a bit of a high pain tolerance as I have observed, but I am not crazy enough to do something that would physically hurt me, but UNCONSCIOUSLY, I have been doing this to myself, not physically though, but emotionally. Huh! It seems that I may have a few more unresolved traumas in my life until now. And there I thought it was only the fear of abandonment which lead me to having that fear of being rejected, but here comes this CHRONIC EMOTIONAL PAIN ADDICTION I apparently have.
The thing I do to myself is something like this, I know I would feel hurt and sad by something, and yet I constantly, I keep on revisiting the things in the past I should better be avoiding. I am not sure if there’s anyone out there who can relate so I consulted my most helpful friend, Google. It seems that I am not the only one experiencing this. Look what I found.
Jan 8, 2016 — “The study shows you can think of chronic pain as the brain getting addicted to pain. The brain circuit that has to do with addiction has gotten involved in the pain process itself,” explained corresponding author A. Vania Apkarian, PhD.
The rodent models study showed that a group of neurons, which are believed to control negative emotions, became hyper-excitable after an injury and connected with parts of the brain which cause a patient to feel bad after that injury. But what causes this change? The authors say that a drop in the neurotransmitter dopamine, which has been linked to pain behavior before, is responsible.
Google says that PEOPLE ALSO ASKED the following questions
Is it normal to be addicted to pain?
Chronic low levels of endogenous opioids result in hypersensitivity of opioid receptors. Individuals who induce self-injurious pain do so to enable the release of endorphins via EOS activation, and this in turn helps elevate their mood, and they receive the immediate rush or “fix” that they crave.May 25, 2023
and while I was reading and copy pasting some of the info above, I was being reminded of this book “The Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle. Most of it talks about the pain body and etc. Ahhh so “Addiction to Pain” something makes sense now. Oh and this is why writing is the best and freest therapy there is. Now, I feel relieved. It’s normal. It’s part of human nature. The mind. The web of thoughts. The mix feelings they generate. The emotional tendencies due to prior mental conditioning.
multiple times she felt somehow from him something was missing
she has always been the one giving
smitten, she was willing to give the world to him
in the end, like a well, she dried up and felt it was he who was lacking
even her real sparkly self she was loosing
at that time, she wasn’t ready
picking the petals with a query, “does he really not or does he really love me?”
suspicions started to sprout, resulting to her heart filled with doubts
at that time, she wasn’t ready
so she turned down his proposal to marry
he was fully beaten, his heartbeat skipping even the street of Camden
little did they know, a simple twirl with a painful twist were spinning on it’s final blow
from the start she was giving
all of her, to give she was willing
but there’s always something missing
because it was herself, she was loosing
in the end, she wasn’t chosen
with the pain and disappointment
a painful twist, it continued twirling
months after months of grieving
a home they built, their castle she was burning
in the end, she felt she was never chosen
for him, those words will never again be spoken
in her words she begged for him to stay
but he decided to go astray
since then, from her peripheral, he was getting blurry
and for her it was the end of their story
and closure was so unnecessary, would only fuel her pain and fury
in her grief, she was full of spite,
now, with her new beau always in full sight
to the cameras, always smooching and smiling bright
wondering if it catches his attention
making him regret both of their decision
regardless of the real intention, still waiting and hoping
one day she’ll say, “red and blue, yet my favorite hue is still you”
“coz now i know, i’d rather be red in the shade of blue”
—marymancee ✨✨✨
writing to express my thoughts and emotions in poetry because a part of me is still grieving over something that has been non-existing for a long time 😂|| 2/28/2024
while holding him to my arms — even knowing how heavy he could be, I had the courage to carry him and to have that chance to take care of him–that chance I would never get again — no matter how many times I would ask —or even if I keep on regretting what I failed to do. The peace and the joy coming deep down in my heart knowing I had that chance of making it up to him.
In my dream, he’s always sick and he always says he’s fine even when he was burning with fever. I always have the urge to do what is right for him as the older sister but I always just end up not being able to do anything for him. Finally, at this time, I carried him and I took care of him. Sadly, I had to wake up. I felt so sad I could not even finish it. I could not even make sure he was okay even before I get to wake up.
It’s been over five years but the regret, the guilt still always haunt me subconsciously. It’s been 5 days in a row I keep on dreaming about my late brother. It’s funny how I subconsciously associates my youngest brother to him. I was not even thinking about him lately. It was the other brother and yet, it was him who’s in my subconscious thoughts. I have gotten better at filtering which thoughts I should let linger in my head, but still embedded deep within me are the regrets of not having done the things I should have for him.
I have a lot of regrets and these are the scenes that keep on replaying in my head every time I come across things that remind me of my childhood which lead to my late brother—who is hopefully at peace in heaven now.
I should have gone to that Intramurals where he was representing his class —I knew it was something he liked (being one of the main character –being praised for how he looked) and all he longed was the support of his sisters but what did I do —I acted selfish. I had the time to talk to a guy regardless if I would be sleep deprived, but I was too tired and sleepy for my brother. I could have just gone there knowing my other sisters wouldn’t be there for him. He must have felt so unsupported, then.
I should have fought with my older sister and made sure he went with us when we were going out of the city to go to our relatives. It would have made him felt better and perhaps his condition would have not gotten worse. He must have felt so abandoned at that time. I could have fought, but I chose peace. I could have just stayed there with him, instead ( knowing how he must have been feeling).
When Chito and other cousins (mother side) went to our province, I should have had the time talking with him even when he acted like he didn’t want to be bothered. Deep inside, he just needed that one person he could lean on. Why would I always think he was strong enough to handle things on his own? Why did always have to think he was tougher by himself as I was. I would have made a lot of difference. He was there at my auntie’s house and he was there watching us. I would never forget how heavy it was for me to leave after just ignoring him. I was so selfish I opted to save myself from being hurt of being told “Leave me alone.” I did not like being rejected like that even by my brother like that so I just ignored him because of my fear.
When he had to spend the night behind bars just because my older sister was acting up and put him there. My heart crashed seeing his face there but then I had to act like nothing; handed him something — I can’t remember exactly whether it was a blanket or a meal or both at that time but I remember hurting so much and feeling so frustrated about the situation. I should have talked and spent longer time with him there. I just acted cool and only said something so little. I should have let him know that I cared and that it was hurting me that he had to go through all that just because I always had to advice him not to fight back with our older sister –just to show respect even when she was already being unreasonably crazy. He had to hold back a lot just because I was there most of the time. But then, in the end. I have just abandoned him most of the time. [writing it off so hopefully i can fully let it go and forgive myself now]
Honestly, after losing him, my devotion to my family gradually faded. I feel frustrated with how the events currently unfolded in the family life, with the youngest brother, the older sister and everything else, but also it can’t be helped and I can’t do anything about any of it. I am not so sure if this (my avoidance) has been because of my fear of experiencing the same pain of losing one of the people I treasure the most that I just keep on distancing myself from them or I am just taking life as it is now and not giving much fuck about what I can’t control anymore. Nevertheless, my heart is getting colder and colder towards them.
As soon as I had that journal project in high school, the only thing my reflection made me realized was me wanting to live my life with no regrets and so, I’ve always made sure to avoid the things I know I would regret since. Why did I ever have to lose myself several years after that conviction? and the price I had to pay for it was losing my brother.
Am I constantly dreaming about my brother because of how I have been towards my family lately? Is what I am doing now or is what I am becoming now towards my family gonna make me regret in the future? I don’t know, but one thing I surely know of myself is NEVER WANTING TO BE THE HERO FOR ANYONE. I guess that includes my family. I help, but I never have that desire to be the hero. I’ve always preferred to be hated for what I think is right, than to be praised for whatever reasons. 2/21/2024
in the quiet Of my Peaceful night, yOu came again and it made me smile. in the quiet Of my lOng and insPiring night, i clOsed my eyes. i clOsed my eyes until i wasn’t aware Pictures, imageries and Or memOries started flushing around like falling leaves floating by.
i guess sOme were haPPy recOllections Of bOth what had already transPired and sOme Of hOPeful thOughts Of what cOuld have been jOyful memOries Of us tOgether
in the quiet Of my night, a visit tO me yOu suddenly Paid. unlike any Other chaOtic nights, i was just Physically exhausted yet serenely at Peace in my heart this time. there was nO rOOm fOr any rage, anger, blame nOr regrets in my head. all i wanted tO dO was embrace yOu fOr being yOu and fOr the friendshiP that was still there. this though–the friendshiP, PerhaPs, is my uncOnsciOus desire.
and unlike any Other undesirable nights, there was nO desire fOr me tO cOntrOl the imagery in flushing flOating arOund in the rOOm of my head–much like falling leaves, imagery just scattered and flOated, it was if there was air and water, Peacefully colliding and like dancing in the air. it was that kind Of calm. seeing yOu in thOse images felt sO relieving — it was just relaxingly gOOd
that is why, i wanna say
to the boy i loved before,
wherever you are, i wanna thank you for giving me pleasant dreamsevery time. it was not just last night. in the midst of my chaos for a long time before, you had always been my calm sanctuary. thank you for this effect you have on me. i am and will always be grateful our paths once intertwined. although, they were not meant to be forever, the memories of us or me creating our memories together are always –i guess they are forever etched in my heart. the pleasant you will always be that anchor in my storm of uncertainty. although, i have already found a new one, i am happy how everything else turns so pleasant with the imagery of you even now. i am always thankful for what and how you have been to me— for the patience and understanding you have extended for me for a long while. every time you cross my mind (at the state where i am now), i always wanna say sorry, i think you know what i am referring to. also, i am always rooting for your well-being and happiness. the thought of you being sad and miserable always makes me feel like my heart is cruelly crumpled in one’s palm –just painfully sad. that is also why, i always wish i didn’t say those things. you just deserve all the best and happy things in life, po. thank you. 1/23/2024
here’s a heart of an image. i just accidentally found this today 1/24/2024 right after i was scrolling through old photos looking to free some space after having seen you in old photos of good old days. perhaps it was why i dreamed about you. this was my thought and when i decided to move on to my next errand for today, i saw this on a box, immediately, it is saying “this is what it is all about”. me being at peace with the HEART of my life now and also feeling the same for the one who used to be the one.
my 💚 now still having the same feelings i once had for someone some time ag😘 #whenyouaremovedon
P.S. as I was writing this, i was wondering whether he was thinking about me because I read it or heard it from somewhere that when you suddenly dreamed about someone, it could that they were or are thinking about you. if this was the case, i am smiling.