Fuck, I'm a mess right now. So yesterday while my girl was at work, I was trying to make it nice for when she got home. The other day I soaked my shoes and slippers in OxyClean water, to kill the foot smell germs. She hates the smell of OxyClean. Earlier in the day I had tried to finish drying my slippers out, but the upstairs fan heater stopped working and I was cold, so I ran it downstairs, and then aired out the house for hours. I could barely smell it. I had a nice fire going and was anticipating a nice night of hanging out on the couch and snuggling for warmth and watching TV and such. But it was not to be. My girl has this thing that I have read about, where her trauma somehow got all wrapped up in her sense of smell (I forget what it's called but it's a real thing, where people with childhood PTSD become insanely sensitive to smells and negative smells trigger immense anxiety). If it smells bad (to her), she cannot be happy. Well I have never seen anything like what happened, usually she'll become sad and anxious, but this time she became enraged, I've never seen her so angry before. She had all the doors open for hours and it was like 40 degrees inside. She was running around slamming doors and crying and shit, saying she wanted to slam her head against the wall because it bothered her so bad. I was trying to be understanding but... it was nuts. I can't claim to understand how a smell you don't like can affect you so intensely. I'm too much like a sponge, I soak up the emotions of others, and I just could not handle it, it was really disturbing, although she wasn't really being mean to me, just rather psychotically angry around me. Eventually I went to sleep, and woke up at like 5:30 in the morning, restless, feeling incredibly anxious, withdrawing from gabapentin/phenibut. My girlfriend was doing a little better but still in a bad mood. She claimed she could still smell it, although I can't smell it even a tiny little bit. But she does have the nose of a bloodhound.
Anyway as I mentioned in an earlier post, I took some MXiPr this morning to combat the withdrawal, as I've been doing periodically throughout the last 4 days. Took 25mg, which is not very much, and got SUPER dissociated, it was nuts, and went on a really intense negative inward journey. Too much negativity around me, I couldn't handle it. Eventually took some phenibut which I think is kicking in now finally. Also came down for the most part. What a fucked up morning.
Time to work now. I feel rattled. I've never seen my girlfriend so scary before. Kinda kicked up trauma for me honestly. If I didn't have trauma related to my partner being angry I probably would have handled it a lot better. Not cool.
At least I made it 4 days without phenibut, and just minimal gabapentin. This sucks. Can't wait to be past this.