All this torture and torment is to drive you into a froth. Drive you insane so you kill each other, me, it doesn’t matter really as long as it’s divide and conquer worthy.
She’d like to keep me corralled by fear of you – suspecting I’ll survive if SE Portland falls to riots.
But that’s the purpose of the abuse. I don’t give give a rats ass about why. Just what she’s doing.
If you feel like taking care of a task and booting anyone out of the way it’s understandable but you all feel like that. She wants a riot not a militia.
Stay calm, breathe deeply, and write about this. All those anger coping skills you thought you’d recommend to me, take heed. I’ve been here. I understand the fury.
But I’m too sodding tired of arguments and would rather take a nap.
Reactive abuse will drive the unpracticed into oblivion or rage. If you can’t find ways to self soothe and for Fred’s sake stop needling each other and taking a mutual mood out. This will end in sobs
Please trust, having ascended to grandiosity when furious enough, letting it out doesn’t make you feel any better.
Just do something on your own to tire out your cortisol and take a nap.
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