Sleeping too much

Nighty night @utopia....we are friends from a few months ago arent we?? We both like walking on the beach dont we??

HAve I got the right person??

Nighty night, I must go back to sleep.........

I leep on walking up and checking the messages...........

Great to thee you.

PPx

@PeppiPatty - you have a wonderful way of putting things .... straight down the line and so intuitively poignant ....

❤️🌹 Love what you just wrote for @Former-Member .....

Close enough for the occasional visit .... but far enough away to loose those bonds and breathe .... and find joy ... and heal .... keep growing @Former-Member .... keep blooming .... send them love from afar but keep yourself out of reach of all their bitterness ....

Big gentle hugs .....

❤️🌹❤️🌹❤️ ..... 💋

Aw @Former-Member ah ah ah Taw-ney!!!!

How rotten - how scary - terrible -

I am so glad they let you go home - and good idea to rest

Now I have got people and their health problems confused - did you have bronchitis or something like pneumonia after a really bad cold or the flu? Was that you

Regardless - we have a few on the sick-list -including me - so let's all care about each other

This is a great place to be - this website and the Forum Family - we don't know what we look like - or our names - or our friends' and family-members' names - but we are a Family in ourselves

I am glad things were not worse - that must have been so scary

And you live alone - you must have reached out for help - goodonyer Forum Sister

Decadian

Hi @Former-Member

Omstars - no wonder your heart did a back-flip - your brothers need to take a F-pill - can't they go from wherever they are and take the bins out for their mother

Yes - it would be better to not flip out over all of this stupid stuff - stupid brothers - and you can't fix stupid

They are trying to put you on a guilt trip they should be dealing with themselves - ah - no - I have a toxic family and TS loves a guilt trip - projecting crap onto the innocent and where does it end? Where does it end? Where does it end?

Just remember the F-pill and tell them to take one when they try that on you again - and yes - it would be great to let go of it - but when people get in your face - that's really hard yards

Thinking of you a lot - a lot - Tonnes

Decadian

Hi @PeppiPatty

The qualifications for getting into the Forum Family are horrendous - another abusive mother - egad!!!!

I am not sure but I think of what you call "splitting" as projection. Eg - our mothers hate something they see inside themselves - can't have that!!!!- so they somehow see the evil they do or sometimes are in the nearest person - hey - their daughter

My mother's friends from the past turned up at her funeral - wow - they did not come to my father's - but here they were - saying lovely things to me - so I guess Mum didn't bad-mouth about me to them - or maybe - she did - and they could see how damaged she was

As an explanation - not a defence - I see that in some cases our mothers have had terrible times with their own mothers. To find who my mother was I took a long inward journey into the past - talked with my uncles and remembered every memory I could - even my recent trip to Canberra was to find out about my grandfather - my own journey bore fruit

But - explanations do not excuse - they only explain - in my beliefs I am sure that no one ever gets off the hook totally - everyone has to face their maker or themselves at the end of their lives

Taking an inward journey takes most of our life-time just preparing for - I too can walk away from my mother's abuse without a meltdown now - but the worst memory - the one I cannot share - the one that came out at the funeral - aw - that's bad - and fresh - but yes - I don't have to be neurotic about that - I can even feel self-satisfaction in being a very bright child who had the courage to fight back and be myself

Thanks my dearest Peppi - our lives have all run the way of rivers - toward a delta where the ground and the waters are rich with life - and here - we find not only each other - but ourselves

Decadian