Self-Discovery During a Leave of Absence (November 29, 2022)

My Dad and I at the beach in the West Coast Suburban beach town I call home – late 1970’s
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During the first month of my leave of absence from work, I was having a hard time feeling useful 

I always worked

I got my first part-time job – a few hours a week – making cold calls for an insurance agent –  at 14  

Now that I was “doing nothing everyday” it was difficult to continue to assume my old “identity” as a person who worked to make money 

It was especially difficult under the guise of “self-help”  

What was I doing every day to help myself?

How was I improving? 

I hated the idea of explaining it to people, it was a pressure I put on myself 

It’s not like there was a constant inquiry from my network about my daily accomplishments – yet I felt a self inflicted pressure to “DO SOMETHING”

But there was a constant inquiry from my spouse and my “BFF” – she’s a Therapist

I could feel their judgment and concern when they checked in on me

My spouse daily and my “BFF” weekly 

I was in therapy once a week, I felt like I needed to DO MORE – or – at the very least – learn more about the options I had to “make progress”  

If I didn’t make any progress after this Leave of Absence – then what the hell was the point? 

I watched all the things and listened to to all the podcasts

I wanted to make sure that I could prove to myself and my spouse and my “BFF” (the “professional/ the therapist”) that I was “doing the work” – despite the fact that I wasn’t working for money  

I wasn’t contributing anything valuable to the household bottom line – and I certainly wasn’t doing anything that anyone but me, my spouse, and my “BFF” would find useful or interesting  

I immediately began to regret my decision to take the break to focus on me  

It was lonely and I immediately felt lost – the disconnect and distance between my spouse and I growing every day 

I didn’t want him to see me as “broken”  

Ironically enough – he was already hard selling that exact version of me – the BROKEN, MENTALLY UNWELL WIFE – out into the world as I obsessed over the ways I could attempt to hide it

I was already “lost” as far as he was concerned – and he was already laying the groundwork for his big escape

My spouse chose the perfect partner in crime – my lifelong “BFF” (“the professional”/“the therapist”)

They would refer to themselves as “the two people closest to” me that knew me better than anyone

They would refer to themselves at “the two people with nothing to gain” from any of my pain

These the TWO PEOPLE – who coined these phrases for themselves – WOULD LITERALLY DESTROY MY LIFE – LESS THAN ONE YEAR LATER

These TWO PEOPLE would DESTROY MY LIFE under the guise of being the closest ones to me with nothing to gain – “acting out of pure love and concern for my safety and well being”

These TWO PEOPLE actively EXPLOITED and WEAPONIZED my childhood ABANDONMENT issues to LITERALLY ABANDON ME

These TWO PEOPLE TEAMED UP TOGETHER and ABANDONED ME because MY MENTAL HEALTH JOURNEY AND their perceived LACK OF IMPROVEMENT on my end became “TOO EXHAUSTING FOR THEM TO DEAL WITH ANYMORE”

I’m still trying to figure out the mental gymnastics they used to have that make sense for them and everyone else they’ve suckered in their warped view of events

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU TRUST WITH YOUR LIFE, IT MIGHT COST YOU EXACTLY THAT

Thank you for reading XOXO Launa

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Top Left Corner – the super model is still one of my very best and closest friends – the sleestack looking one is the girl that used to step on my feet – I am me on the right
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