Anyone else having a bad few weeks??

by quellycatface 16 Replies latest jw friends

  • quellycatface
    quellycatface

    Why me, I often ask?? I seem to have a really crap couple of months with stuff going wrong. People being nasty to me. I saw a neighbour of mine today (who I fell out with 18 months ago), to whom I've since apologised for losing my temper with, but today, when I smiled at her, she looked at me DAGGERS!!! Why are people sooooo unforgiving these days. If someone has made the effort to apologise to me, I always accept because it gives me peace.

    I just want to disappear at the moment and hide from everyone/everything. I feel lonely but don't know who I can talk to sometimes.

    Thank you for listening.

  • Bruja-del-Sol
    Bruja-del-Sol

    Oh dear, here's a hug for you first

    Maybe your neighbour wasn't angry with you, maybe she was thinking of something that bothered HER that had nothing to do with you, but made her face look sulky...

    You know, we are not able to change other people, only ourselves. And our emotions are triggered by our thoughts, so change your thoughts to feel better! (I know, easier said than done)... but that's the whole trick. Think of how you feel when the sun shines and you smell that spring is on it's way back... most people get a happy feeling from that, even if it's just a thought. So help yourself by finding happy (happier) thoughts and your emotions will follow by becoming happier.

    And if someone does say or do something that upsets us, remind yourself of the fact that their behaviour says nothing about you, it just says all about THEM and their state of mind! Keep their attitude with them, don't 'adopt' is as if it has something to do with you, because it really doesn't!

    If you have skype you may add me, just send a PM to exchange skype names. I'm online very often (it's my lifeline to my children in Holland). You don't have to feel nor be alone.

    Hugs again,

    Bruja

  • punkofnice
    punkofnice

    Quellywelly I heard an interview with Sheila Hancock recently and she said that 'life isn't a bowl of cherries.' OK. So I know this is a cliche but it's bleedin' well right. Life is a struggle at times. We just have to learn to roll with the sickening lows and the amazing highs. I have found lows are my style sadly.

  • 88JM
    88JM

    I know what you mean - bad things always seem to happen all at once. I had 2 minor car crashes in about the space of a month.

    I find it helps to have something to look forward to though, like having a holiday planned in advance. The winter months in general can be a bit dreary anyway.

  • nonjwspouse
    nonjwspouse

    Mine is a bad several years. But I'm slowly getting out of it.

    I recently read parts of "feeling Good" by David Burnes and I must say, I would highly reccomend it.

    The neighbor may well have accepted your apology, and could have had something else happen to her and you percieved the look was directed at you.

    Don't hide. That is a never ending circle of despair. Get out! Do something for your own enjoyment, strike up a light conversation with someone in a park. I find old people are mostly delightful and love, love to talk.

  • cha ching
    cha ching

    Hi Quelly,

    So sorry, yep, it can be a bit disconcerting!

    Bruja is so right, but it's hard to get our brain there! It takes practice... just talking to people helps..

    By the way, does she know you are not a "witness" yet? Perhaps that's under her skin? Maybe if you told her you 'left' ????

    We all need friends & good times, and we can always start with ourselves, being a good friend to ourselves, believing in us...

    hugs... cha ching

  • Faithful Witness
    Faithful Witness

    Quelly: I feel your pain! It is hard to go through trials and challenges. Sometimes it really DOES feel like the world is against you.

    The good thing is that you have found support here, and that you can reveal your frustrations here. Expressing yourself, and knowing that someone else is reading them, really does help sometimes. You are not alone!

    I am inspired by the OT story of Joseph. The trials he faced, and how he was refined and prepared for the purpose he had in life, really spoke to me. I am a Joseph. Whether you want to follow a Bible example, or one from the history books, there are many examples out there.

    You're under fire. You're being refined. How you face these challenges will help determine their outcome. Sometimes I just want to give up! I've suffered from depression and low self-esteem my whole life, and I very easily fall into the trap of feeling sorry for myself. I have been learning to look at trials from a different perspective... what can I learn from this? (Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, right?)

    The fact that you are actively making changes in your life, moving forward, is going to bring new challenges to the forefront for you. (Satan is not attacking you... you are in a process of change, which is usually uncomfortable).

    This is not meant to sound like a list of complaints, but here is a short summary of the last 5 years of my life:

    5 years ago, we had a serious auto accident. My husband's neck was fractured. This accident rewrote our history in a split second. It took 3 years & 3 surgeries before his neck finally fused and he returned to work. I had to take on a lot of his responsibilities around the house, including all the driving. My son was 16 months old, my daughter was 3 at the time of the accident (we were on our way home from a meeting). We lived in the car (almost literally) for 3 years, driving him to appointments for several different types of therapy (vision, voice box paralyzed, physical therapy, cognitive).

    I lost 160 pounds during the first year of this time, after weight loss surgery, that I had prior to the accident. (Thank goodness... through this whole trial, I realized I am much stronger than I thought!)

    My parents and sister have become devout Jehovah's Witnesses, and my sister is now shunning me because I decided not to join them, due to the results of our independent research. In short, our once happy, intact family has been ripped in half by the JW religion.

    I still do all the driving for our family (which means that anytime my husband has to go anywhere: work, continued medical appointments, etc... the whole family goes).

    I live in a rural area, and over 30 miles from any friends. I do not have anyone who will help me with child care, unless I drive 30 miles and pay for the time. I spend 95% of my time with my children, which is a reward and a challenge in itself.

    I feel like I have no friends. When I talk to people about the issues I am facing with my family, they get this confused/glazed look on their face, like I am a raving lunatic. They really don't get it, and I feel like, if they were actually being honest with me, they really don't care. I don't like being a burden to people, and don't feel there is anyone I can confide in. Even my one friend who seemed to share my mission in reaching JW's, constantly questions me. No one understands!

    No one understands! I guess it boils down to that one statement for me. I really feel so alone sometimes. I get it.

    Keep posting. It helps you to release your feelings to the world, and it helps others who are struggling, to know we are not alone.

    Take it easy on yourself!

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    I hope you're doing better now, quelly, what with the fine encouragement you've been offered.

    Once an employer scolded me afterwards for the face I supposedly had made while we were both attending to a customer. He thought I was scowling at what he had been saying. I said no, I had been having stomach cramps all day, and at that particular moment I had been hit hard in the gut. He understood.

    We all have periods where it seems never to get better, but, as noted, getting out, being with cheerful people, etc., will brighten your mood instantly. I live alone and go for a walk when I'm down. I always meet up with a neighbor and start cheering up the moment we begin shooting the breeze.

    Blessings and peace.

    CoCo

  • humbled
    humbled

    quelly,

    What a room full of good people have gathered to you!

    Oh, kitty, it is rough some times. For your neighbor? some have said it already--but she may have had something else cause her sour-puss. Do you have a posie or a little pie to share? Take it to her and say you noticed her mood. You feel the same!the results will amaze you--both for you and for her.

    And if she decks you---WRITE US!

    I have a streak of black humor I pull out of my box for the worst of times.

    No, not true. The worst of times are just that. I hope you feel better soon.

    Love to all, it was great to see and hear from the friends gathered 'round.

    For me? It's snow and ice in the country. I take care a few days a week for a woman with Alsheimer Disease. she doesn't talk and wears disposable briefs (diapers/nappies). I wear cleats and walk up these days and they need more help since the "regular" lady can't drive the bad roads.

    I often wonder about the balance of good and bad in some periods of time. It seems like we need some time to catch our breath when bad times are on--Faithful Witness, sounds like that wasn't on for you for a long time. Quelly, if you can punch ahole in these bad weeks, good luck on it. And let us know back on the thread.

    I'll be listening!

    Maeve

  • DesirousOfChange
    DesirousOfChange

    Consider the kind of day this fellow had, it could make you feel a bit better.
    Good luck and best wishes for better days ahead,

    Doc

    Dear Sir,

    I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block #3 of the accident reporting form. I put "Poor Planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient.

    I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found I had some bricks left over which when weighed later were found to weigh 240 lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor.

    Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 240 lbs of bricks. You will note on the accident reporting form that my weight is 135 lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.

    In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This explains the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collarbone, as listed in Section 3, accident reporting form. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley which I mentioned in Paragraph 2 of this correspondence. Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of the excruciating pain I was now beginning to experience.

    At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs. I refer you again to my weight. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and severe lacerations of my legs and lower body.

    Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.

    I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope. And I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back onto me.

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