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6:00 p.m. - 04/30/02 When I got a hold of the doctor, we talked for about a half and hour and he asked me to go for a walk after hanging up. I went out by the pond and watched the water for awhile. For the first time in a long time, I imagined what it would be like to appear on Brea's doorstep, to be her family. I thought I was getting past that, but it really can't happen. Not now, not with things the way they are. Mom comes home and says, "You look like you've had a rough day" - the truth is the roughness just begins with her arrival. My fuse is invisibly short these days, especially with my dad. I'm so tired of him acting like a child; I'm so tired of feeling guilty simply for feeling. I remember RED. I remember what it was like to get angry, stupidly, childishly angry, and then return with a smile saying, "I was mad." And people being like, "Yeah, I know;" now things are fine. I want so badly to be in a place where I can feel and be supported in it. Dr. R is pushing me to talk to my parents about how to deal with my feeling, but it just pushes the wrong buttons for me. I want to ask him how optimistic he would be if sixteen years passed and my parents were still seeing him once a week. I've been in this family for one plus sixteen years. My optimism's dwindling. I don't know how to make him understand. The research paper's nearing a finished draft. (Thank God.) I can't remember the last time I felt so stupid as I have writing this. It'll be so nice to finally have the first draft finished and to fix it up for school. I can break then, give myself some time before answering the other questions, and preparing it for the college application. Most of the work I did on it today centered around the "pro-ana" business. I nearly cried, working on it, but I'm happy with the direction - that part at least - is taking. I didn't let my frustration and defensiveness write; I remembered that I was one of those girls...well maybe not "pro-ed" but I was enmeshed in that world. In some ways, I very much still am. I see the doctor tomorrow. I would give nearly anything to not flip out and hit someone. And I would give nearly everything to do so and let the feelings free. a disjointed � � |