Tag: life

BLACK LINES TO BATTLEFIELDS

like screaming in the air, the sound for all who care, the siren rings in vain, when lightning hits the ground, to all who stand around, the shock of ignorance…

I haven’t cried hysterically in 2 whole days. I felt like I should tell you that. And I have been trying really hard to keep it that way. The last few days have been busy, but when I have free moments, or time to listen while I’m doing whatever I’m doing, I am working hard at trying to actually heal. I listened to something today that struck a chord with me, and I wanted to write about it. It made perfect sense to me and maybe someone else needs to hear it too.

The abandonment wound is the driving force behind my composition. I have searched high and low for some other explanation, and all roads always lead me right back to it. And so since I’m actually giving this healing shit a shot, I have been diving a little deeper into how to fix it. I’ve said it here before, my self worth is less than zero. I don’t see any value in me being here. Yea, I can do a million things for everyone, but at the end of the day, I always see myself as replaceable. When I think of feeling anything else about myself, I feel weird. Because it’s not something that is familiar in my body. I always thought less than less about myself, and it’s going to take me a minute to shift that perspective.

When you’re on a healing/spiritual journey, you get a LOT of videos, articles, books on Carl Jung. Please Google him; he’s done far too much for me to write it all out here. His work is revolutionary and I won’t even begin to scratch the surface by trying to give you an abridged version. Anyway, when everything kind of fell apart inside of me, I was introduced, almost immediately, to his work on the “inner child”. It refers to the subconscious part of you, your younger self, who is still holding on to memories and behaviors from childhood. If you were wounded by some form of trauma or neglect and your younger self is still holding on to those things, it will affect your conscious life as an adult. And man, I fucking felt that. And so I listen to and read a lot of things in relation to this because I believe, 100%, that this is where a lot of my healing needs to happen.

What I listened to today was about the inner child and how it creates and shapes the relationships you make in your life. And how subconsciously you are attracting specific types of people into your life based on how that wounded inner child still feels. The video talked about different types of wounds and I actually stopped what I was doing to write down what was said about the abandonment wound: “Our psyche tends to seek the familiar, even when the familiar is painful. There’s a perverse comfort zone in repeating known patterns, even when they cause suffering because at least we know how to navigate this pain. The wounded inner child prefers known suffering to unknown happiness because suffering is predictable and controllable, while true happiness requires vulnerability and the possibility of loss.”

The reason why this seemed to really hit me hard today is because I wasn’t sad today and I didn’t know what to do with myself. It’s become such a norm for me to be crying about something, that when I wasn’t, it was weird. Bear with me here, I know this sounds fucking bananas. I’ve been saying for a while that it is me standing in my own way. I thought that it was just fear. But it’s so much more than that. I have subconsciously blocked myself, time and time again, mostly because I felt I wasn’t worth it. That my dreams and ideas would never amount to anything because there was no one pushing that little kid to amount to anything more than I currently am. So the same cycles keep repeating over and over again. And this supposed “comfort zone” is no longer comfortable. I have subconsciously refused to even give myself a chance until now.

As I’m writing this out, there is a lot flowing out of me. It’s far too much and far too personal to write about here, but I just figured something out. I was just trying to remember the first time I ever felt anxiety, and I fucking remembered. I was maybe 5 years old. I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday, but I remember this moment like it just happened. I know what I was wearing, I remember what I did, I remember all of it, very vividly. And that is absolutely fucking crazy. I have never had a revelation like this before, so please excuse me if I sound a little out of my mind. But I remember that feeling from that day, and it’s the feeling I have felt my whole life any time anxiety was involved. And I see little me and I remember her and how she felt in that moment. And I want to hug her for as long as she will let me and tell her that she made a mistake, and that mistakes happen, and everything will be alright. That she is loved even though she took a little misstep.

I have done stints in therapy during different periods of my life, and I don’t remember ever talking about this moment. And I guess anything I did or allowed in therapy was always surface level. It seemed that every time I opened up to something more, the hour was up and I was left like the walking wounded having to go back to regular life with this giant, gaping hole in my chest. Subconsciously I guess I blocked myself from healing as well. I guess everything has been leading up to this moment in my life where I am finally saying “enough is enough”. I can’t keep carrying this shit around with me, it’s fucking heavy. And I’m fucking tired.

The craziest part of all of this is that I’m writing it out and I’m not crying. There’s a little lump in my throat but I’m mad. I am feeling anger. Not in a non-productive way though. I’m not going to beat myself up about this. I’m just mad that I’ve allowed this. That I am a fully grown adult and still feel like a child, constantly looking for the acceptance and approval of the adults around me. Over sharing and hoping that people will like and accept me. Approve of the decisions I make in my life. Not be mad at me. And then leave me if they don’t approve. That’s the thing. The abandonment wound is such an underlying thing, that I’m afraid if I’m not sorry for being me then people will leave. What the fuck?! Like, I feel like I always knew this, but now I can’t not know this…

My whole existence has always had this internal battle. I get preemptive anxiety over telling people things, afraid of what the reaction will be. This has been a lifelong battle and it needs to stop right here. I need to stop apologizing for being me. Most importantly, I need to be okay with being me. I said earlier that I felt weird feeling anything other than bad about myself. That changes today. It is going to take me a minute, but I’m done fighting and trying to prove that I am not a garbage human being. I’m not saying it in a conceited way. I just need to stop dragging myself into these dark places because I don’t know how to exist in any other place. Just saying that gives me the ick, but I need to start breaking that programming. It will get easier.

I am really pleased that we got to experience this breakthrough in real time. I have stopped myself so many times from seeing the bigger picture. From digging deeper to see the root of the problem. To quote Chandler Bing “can open… worms everywhere”… but they are my worms, and they’ve been jammed up in that can for far too long. I can’t keep not choosing happiness because it might be scary. I have never even allowed myself to be happy for too long because someone was always ready to rip it away from me. And that’s not fair, and it’s not okay. And I’m aware of it now, and it’s strange but it’s clear.

I can’t promise that tomorrow won’t be a battle, but this was a little push into the land of actual progress that I needed, very badly. I appreciate you sticking with me, I honestly didn’t know where this was going to go when I started writing. But going forward, not everything is going to be an all out battle. All of the tools that I’ve been walking around with will prove themselves useful once I start shifting this weird fucking narrative I’ve been playing in my head. Thanks, as always for reading. I’m always here if you need me…

black lines can turn to battlefields when they are drawn in pen, the stop signs like human apathy, can cause a fatal crash… like screaming in the air, the sound for all who care, the siren rings in vain, when lightning hits the ground, to all who stand around, the shock of ignorance… the feeling hard to tell, a word can break the spell…

Song name: BLACK LINES TO BATTLEFIELDS/ Artist: Acceptance/ Year: 2003

LIGHT ON…

would you believe me now if I told you I got caught up in a wave? almost gave it away, would you hear me out if I told you I was terrified for days? thought I was gonna break… oh, I couldn’t stop it, tried to slow it all down, crying in the bathroom, had to figure it out, with everyone around me saying “You must be so happy now”…

I’m not going to lie to you. The last few days have been some of my worst. May 29th marked 2 years since this journey began. I tried not to give it any thought. I didn’t want to think about it. But I think subconsciously it was looming and out of nowhere I just broke in half. I keep trying and trying to keep my head above the water, but treading gets exhausting and sometimes my legs give out and I dip below and get caught up in the current. And it’s disheartening and discouraging, and I fucking hate it.

I’ve been walking around lately feeling extremely disconnected. I guess I’m in a bit of an unintentional hermit mode. I don’t mean to be like this, it just sort of happened. I’m trying to make sense of the last two years. And while I know things have changed, it really feels like the same loop every goddamn day. I’m still not sleeping. I wake up with a racing heart every single day. Terrified of what the day has in store for me. Why I live my life like this, I’ll never know. I have a million things that I can do to get myself out of this mindset, and I don’t fucking do any of them. I have zero drive to better myself. I’m fucking exhausted and I just want my mind to shut the fuck up for once.

I don’t know who this person is right now. I used to be empathetic, ready to people please and smile and nod. My empathy has turned to apathy. I am completely disinterested and drained. I see the life I want for myself, I know there are 8 million steps to get to it and I’m too tired to move. I have lost patience with life and with myself. I’m angry at the decisions I’ve made that have brought me to this point. I am my biggest hater and that’s a huge part of the problem.

In order to better your life, you actually have to like yourself. And I really don’t like myself at all. I’m disappointed at the sacrifices I made that left me brokenhearted and unfulfilled. I thought there would always be more time for me to do what I needed to do. And it just feels like there is this imaginary clock counting down and telling me that I’m running out of time. And each day passes so slow with the same shit over and over again and I just feel more and more defeated.

I know this sounds terrible. I don’t want you to misunderstand or think that I’m not grateful for my life. I understand that people would probably kill to have my life. But that doesn’t help. That adds yet another layer of guilt and shame to the ones that have been built over this lifetime. I can’t shake feeling like an awful person. I can’t see how I could possibly deserve good things in life. But at the same time, that makes no fucking sense to me. Why shouldn’t I believe that life can just keep getting better? Because for years and years I’ve heard the most destructive shit that I didn’t know was destructive. I thought it was what everyone thought. But I’m finding out that life doesn’t have to be like that at all, that you can dream and believe that it can only get better, and I think the anger and sadness stems from finding this information out in my 40’s. It is just such a heartbreaking feeling and I have definitely let it drag me down the last couple of days.

I have some things in the works that I hope will drag me out of this, but the hope is slim at this very moment. And I have faith that tomorrow will be better. That I’ll actually sleep tonight and wake up feeling a little bit better than I did today. I’m sad that I wrote a post last week and said that I haven’t sobbed every day in months, and literally that’s all I’ve done for the last couple of days. It’s disappointing.

I just haven’t been here and I need to get my head back above the water. I’m just so tired. I have a lot of things to fight for and I know that. I want that life that I see in my dreams and I just need to get out of my head and hit the ground and take the step that will lead me to the next step and so on. So I’m giving myself the rest of today to be a sad sack piece of shit. But tomorrow? That’s going to be day one on making it happen for myself. Nothing changes if nothing changes. And I need to stop being complacent. My comfort zone is no longer comfortable and it’s time to move this shit along. I’m still here and I need to do better.

Thanks for reading. I know you’re probably sick of reading the same shit, I am too. I look forward to tomorrow and taking even just a tiny step in a new direction.

oh, if you keep reachin’ out then I’ll keep comin’ back, and if you’re gone for good then I’m okay with that, and if you leave the light on, then I’ll leave the light on… and I am findin’ out there’s just no other way, that I’m still dancin’ at the end of the day, and if you leave the light on, then I’ll leave the light on, oh, leave the light on, oh, would you leave the light on?

Song name: LIGHT ON/ Artist: Maggie Rogers/ Year: 2019

SATELLITE CALL

this one’s for the lonely child, brokenhearted, running wild, this was written for the one to blame, one who believe they are the cause of chaos and everything, you may find yourself in the dead of night, lost somewhere up in the great big beautiful sky, you were all just perfect little satellites, spinning round and round this broken earthly life, this is so you’ll know the sound of someone who loves you from the ground, tonight you’re not alone at all, this is me sending out my satellite call…

I slept like shit last night. I woke up a few times, fell back asleep, finally on the last time I got out of bed to come and sit on the couch. I was fine with it. I knew I would nap again around the 6:00 hour. It’s the same bullshit every day. The only difference between weekdays and weekends is that my nap starts a little later and I can sleep more than 3o minutes on the couch. I am beyond exhausted. When I get more than 4 hours sleep, it’s exciting. And that’s also bullshit because why am I praising the bare fucking minimum? I should be able to fucking sleep.

My day started normally. I was fine. I did a lot yesterday and knew that I would be glued to the couch for the day. But I’m hormonal and bitchy and I don’t know why I was caught off guard when my mood changed this afternoon. I had to run to the store to get something. A song shuffled while I was in the car for, I don’t know, 10 minutes? And I pulled over a block away from home so that I could sob my eyes out. Sobbing. I’m fine, I promise. I am just never at rest. Never at peace. Always feeling like a failure. Always feeling like I’m doing something wrong. Always feeling like a bad person. And sometimes a song shuffles and I’m in tears. Because there are too many things swirling in my brain pointing me in that direction and I just have to give in.

And crying once a week doesn’t phase me anymore. I used to cry like this DAILY, so we are moving fucking mountains over here. But it’s like this purge of all the shit that I can’t control making it’s way out of my body and I have to let it. Usually I feel better after and I move on with my day. Today was not one of those days. Because of the hormones, I am sad girl, and I know that tomorrow will be better.

Why am I writing it here, again? Because I fucking need to, that’s why. I don’t know. I felt the need to write about all of this. Whatever the reason, it’s here. And I know it’s just one moment in my life and it will pass. But I get scared, because what if it won’t? I can’t think like that, I know, but this is where sad girl is today in this moment. I do have another post currently on the back burner that will be better. It’s something I’ve been working on for a few weeks. And it’s a testament to the internal progress that I’ve been making. But today, I felt the need to post this shit again because I feel like I took more steps back. We are all broken in the most beautiful and unique ways. And some of us are able to deal with it in healthy ways. And some of us just cry a lot. Maybe you’re not okay today and needed to read this? If that’s the case, I hope you know you’re not alone.

So this is my satellite call to you, to me, to all of us: You are not a bad person. Your mind is playing tricks on you. You are a human being. You matter. Even when you feel worthless, you’re not. Even when you feel like you don’t deserve love, you do. Some of the best days of your life haven’t happened yet, so don’t let the bad moments make you feel like you don’t deserve them, because you do. And if there are people in your life telling you those things and making you feel like that, please know that they are talking about themselves, not you. Life is a wild ride. Things happen without explanation and we are just supposed to figure them out without any guidebook or road map. And sometimes we make wrong turns but I have to believe that those were meant to take you to the right places eventually. Bad moments don’t equal a bad life.

And that’s all I wanted to say to you today. Because I needed to hear it too. And we all really need to start believing it…

this is so you’ll know the sound, someone who loves you from the ground, tonight you’re not alone at all, this is me sending out my satellite call…

Song name: SATELLITE CALL/ Artist: Sara Bareilles/ Year: 2013

BACK INTO THE LIGHT

sometimes my mind feels like a valley, so I take it to the bar, fill it up like an ocean to drown my troubles in, just to find out what good swimmers they are… it’d make some sense, if some was made to me, sometimes I don’t see love in anything, and just when I surrender to my shadow, I snap out of it, and step into the light, I step back into the light…

There’s a post that is sitting in my drafts that I’ve been writing and editing for the last 3 weeks. I’m going to trash it. It’s irrelevant now. And I’m really fucking proud of that. It was a post just like all the others. Sadness, triggers, complaints, sprinkled with some more sadness. This is the first time in a year plus that I don’t want to write about that shit anymore. I am going to touch on a few of the items from that post, because I feel like they will fit with what I’m trying to write today, but that’s it. We are writing about it and we are moving the fuck on.

The last 3 weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions. And I’m not downplaying the way things made me feel. There were a lot of things, it felt like all at once, and it all came to a screeching halt when I felt like enough was enough. Nothing changes if nothing changes, right? The problem is me. I’m the problem. And only I can fix it. So yea, there are still going to be really shitty moments, but dammit I need to start changing the way I let these things affect me. And I know I’ve been saying that for over a year now, but something finally clicked the other day. I don’t want to fucking live like this anymore.

My anxiety has become my identity. It has totally consumed me. And I have always been transparent about it. I felt that maybe if people knew that about me, right from the jump, that maybe it would be helpful. What my transparency has actually done is make people treat me with kid gloves. They approach me like I’m a ticking time bomb. It hasn’t been easier. I have felt ashamed and stupid. People hide things from me to spare my frail state of mind and then drop bombs on me anyway. So I’m done being transparent with the world. I will be the most authentic version of me by not telling anyone anything. The more people know, the more they can weaponize your own shit at you. And I’m not giving people that advantage anymore.

Am I angry? A little. Am I hurt. Yes. These last 3 weeks my eyes have actually been open. I have never paid this much attention to myself or the way people behave towards me. I have taken it all in and actually sat and processed how things have been making me feel. And I have been doing it silently. Silently calling my power back each day. And it has been bringing me back to life. I have my moments throughout the day where I want to break down, and then I reel it all back in. I don’t let myself spiral too much. I find myself jump scaring here and there, but as soon as I feel it, I reel it in. And that has been helping me so much. Within the last few weeks I had allowed myself to hit rock bottom, feeling like the most worthless piece of shit. And like, why? The world is cruel enough, I at least need to be my own ally.

I can’t really explain what changed except that I have been talking about the same shit for the last year and not doing any of the things I want to do. I keep hiding behind this mask and letting myself run on this hamster wheel because it’s comfortable and I know how it feels. I have heard over and over again that your nervous system will always choose the familiar hell over an unfamiliar heaven. Your whole entire body is just trying to work to keep you safe from whatever it is your afraid of. And so it keeps you in this endless loop because you know it and you’ll deal with it how you’ve always dealt with it. Excuse me, but that’s fucking crazy! And like I said, something finally clicked, and living in a familiar hell of anxiety isn’t something I want to choose anymore.

Rome wasn’t built in a day though. Some things are going to take me a lot of time and I’m realistic about that at least. There are still some things that really fucking bother me and little by little I’m picking them apart. They’ll take time and I’m making sure that I keep reminding myself of that. Most important thing that I have to keep telling myself is that everything will be alright. Because it will. Even when it really really feels like it won’t.

Something really strange happened last week. I’ve been listening to a lot of spiritual stuff over the last year. And I’m constantly questioning why none of it seemed to be working. The problem is me. I’m not saying that in a negative way. I promise. I’m saying it because it’s a fact. I was hearing all of this stuff, but not really listening. Last week when I got the rug pulled out from under me again, I realized that I had been listening, because I remembered something that I heard. “It’s not happening TO me, it’s happening FOR me”. This whole time I’ve been bitching and moaning that nothing happens for me, it’s always happening to me. And like, it’s not though. Everything is happening exactly how it is supposed to be happening, whether I like it or not. And I finally saw it happen for me and it blew my mind. It was a eureka moment for me for sure, and I’ve really been trying to stay in that mindset because it can only benefit me.

I just really feel, at this point, that I have no idea who I am. There are so many things that people associate with me, and those things became my identity. And I’ve always just gone with it because it made sense to go with it. But every day it feels like I’m moving away from those things. These things that make me who I am, don’t feel like me anymore. Things that are typically labeled as “so me” don’t feel like that anymore. And that’s a really weird fucking place to be. I’m trying to make sense of all of it, but it just seems like every day something else shifts, even just the tiniest bit. And it’s a little unnerving, but it’s also something I’m extremely curious about. It’s just a constant flip flop of feeling like I’m on the verge of something really awesome, while also being paralyzed by fear that these changes won’t make sense to anyone else.

I have to believe that this entire journey is not for nothing. It seems that everyday I learn something new about myself, even if it’s just a little something. I cried today for a moment and apologized out loud. Not because I felt disappointed that I cried, but because it was making its way out of me and I didn’t know where to put it. And it lasted maybe 10 minutes and I moved on. That’s a step for me. In the last year, any time tears were involved, they hung around for a while, sometimes days. So I’ll take that as a little victory and know that I have the ability to acknowledge and move forward.

I’m making a conscious focus to change the way I think. I am making a conscious effort to stop believing that I’m a victim in this life. I have lived a life in a negative mindset and it hasn’t helped me one bit. So yea, I have moments, but that’s all they are. They’re moments and they will pass. I can’t let them grow, I need to continue to stop them in their tracks. Breaking the habit of the spiral has been tough, but I know I can do it. This is just the beginning. I can keep walking out of the darkness, even if it’s the smallest steps. Something needs to change. I am the problem, the problem is me. But we are working on solutions now. We are working on getting back to the light. Even if it’s a light that I don’t currently recognize. It will become familiar eventually.

As always, thanks for reading. I’m always here if you need me.

when my dreams feel like a rusty rail that I slapped on a coat of paint, as the layers cracked and chipped and failed, this wretched lie is all that remains… it’d make some sense, if some was made to me, sometimes I don’t see love in anything, and just when I surrender to my shadow, I snap out of it, yeah, I snap out of it, and I step into the light, I step back into the light…

Song name: BACK INTO THE LIGHT/ Artist: The Avett Brothers/ Year: 2020

BREAK THE CYCLE

circles and cycles and seasons, for everything there’s always reason, but it’s never good, never turns out as it should… no one ever held you, no single moment of truth, but if you were mine, I would’ve looked into those eyes and said tell me the words you long to hear and I’ll sing them loud and clear, let me heal the wounds you’ve held on to for all these years…

This healing journey officially started a year ago. But I believe it was brewing for a long, long time. Both sides of my family have their own shit. And I’ve always been knee deep in one side. Dipped my toe into the other side and that’s to be continued. But the side I’m knee deep in, well that side never manages to not catch me off guard despite being knee deep. If that makes any sense.

Anyway, today I had another profound moment. It wasn’t bad at all, it just took me by surprise. I learned so much in such a short amount of time with my grandmother and I really wanted to write about it. So I hope you’ll have some patience with me as I try to put this on paper.

Most times when visiting with grandma, she doesn’t talk much. She wants to hear about what’s going on in your life, and so she will ask little questions here and there to keep the conversation going. Today was different. We talked about mundane things at first and then somehow took a turn into Unresolved Trauma Land. I don’t even remember what triggered the direction change, but she expressed to me that she worried if she made the right decisions in her life. Particularly the decisions regarding her husband. He was mentally ill at a time where mental illness was not known or accepted, and his life was really difficult. Which, in turn, made life difficult for the people in his life. And without going into detail because I wasn’t there and I don’t actually know, she still questions if she did right by her family. More than 50 years after it all went down. Guys, I literally just wrote an entire post about not being able to trust my decisions only to find out a few days later that my 101 year old grandmother does the same fucking thing.

That’s a weird thing to find out. Especially since I’ve been struggling so much with literally everything lately. So when she brought up the subject, I just tried to support her in the best ways that I know how. She told me that sometimes when she thinks about those things, her heart feels heavy. So I told her that no matter what has happened in life, she has to have faith that she did the right thing. That we are all here because of the decisions that she’s made and we are all okay (even if we’re not totally okay sometimes, she doesn’t need to know that).

Whenever she talks about my grandfather, I try to pay attention. There are so many things that weren’t understood in the 1960’s and 70’s that have come such an incredibly long way. Things that actually would have been extremely beneficial to my grandfather and would have changed the history of my family that brought me to this place. But here we are. And so every time she talks about him, I try to explain to her that he couldn’t help it. That he didn’t choose to be the way he was and that medicine and therapy just weren’t available to him at that time. And she seems to understand, I can tell by the bit of relief I see on her face when we discuss stuff like this. There was nothing anyone could do for him. You can’t imagine what this feels like. It’s like a blessing and a curse to be able to give her some solace, but it’s so sad to hear what she went through.

And so all of this makes me think nonstop about why I am the way I am. This whole time that I’ve been trying to heal myself, all I keep hearing is that I’m the one to break those cycles. And I never understood why the fuck it would be me. I’ve said it before that whatever this fucked up legacy is, it will die with me. I don’t have children to pass this along to. BUT, what if it means that I’m here to help my grandmother heal all the trauma that no one helped her with? She seemed so distraught today, and I told her that sometimes we carry really heavy stuff around that we don’t need to be carrying anymore. And maybe it’s time to put it down? And she looked at me and smiled.

So when I left her today I told her that I am always here to talk with her. That I am a safe place whenever she feels like what she is carrying is too heavy and we can talk it out and put it down. And even though I was talking to her, I was talking to me too. And that was really cathartic for both of us I think. I’m still processing all of it. When I said goodbye to her today, she was smiling and seemed lighter and that was a good thing. We tied our conversation up with a bow so I didn’t leave her like a completely open wound, which I for sure would have lost sleep over tonight.

I have been close with my grandmother my whole life, but like most of my family, we got really good at shoving all the heavy stuff way down into our guts. And I think that after the life that she has lived, she deserves to have an outlet to let it out when she needs to. She has never expressed anything like this and I am really glad that I can give her the safe space that she needs. She wasn’t my mother and I don’t harbor any resentment towards her like her children do. And I wasn’t alive when these things happened, I didn’t live through them, so technically I’m an outsider. I don’t have my own version of the story to “yea, but” her about it.

It was proven to me today that there’s a possibility that if I don’t start letting go of the shit that weighs me down, that I could end up being a thousand years old and still living with regrets about things that I can’t change. And that was a little jarring if I’m being honest. To know that the trauma eats away at her made me really sad. I am happy that she opened up about it. And I hope that she will continue to talk things out with me. If I can make the last years of her life, no matter how many more we get with her, any easier then I’m happy to do it.

I left our visit today with a heavy heart, but was not hopeless which was a nice change from the usual bullshit. Because helping her helped me without even realizing it until I got in my car. I had a lump in my throat and let myself have a quick cry about it. It’s another blessing and curse to be able to see what your future looks like if you don’t make the necessary changes. My grandmother is one of the strongest women I know. And I’ve made it this far because of her. But knowing what I know, I won’t make it to her age at the rate I’m going. So for the sake of both of us, I have to start letting stuff go. I can’t sustain at the rate I’m going. I need to start rewriting this story and break the cycles. I see now why it’s important.

So I’m going to try my best to take this lesson I learned today and move forward. And if I have to take baby steps, then so be it. Trying to run before I can walk has proven to be unsuccessful. So I’m going to slow down and assess and just tell myself that it’s better late than never. I didn’t expect this today, but I’m taking it seriously, maybe for the first time ever.

As always, thanks for reading. I am always here if you need me…

break the cycle, break the chains, love is louder than all your pain…

Song name: BREAK THE CYCLE/ Artist: you+me/ Year: 2014

SAINT HONESTY

so we won’t sleep tonight while we brace against the wind, oh, these hearts, they’re weather-makers, we’ll go where they take us until we find ourselves shelter again… we won’t settle for the silence, we won’t drown in the tears, we’ll say every single word even if we think they’ll hurt, let the rain wash away these tears… rain on us, Saint Honesty, salvation is coming in the morning, and now what we need is a little rain on our face from you, sweet Saint Honesty…

The last month has been a blur. I’m not okay but I’m doing my best. I’m still on this mission to heal and it’s killing me. I can’t eat much and when I do, I don’t feel right. The only reason why I sleep is because I’m too exhausted to stay awake. There is an empty pit in my stomach and my heart races 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And that’s just on regular days where there is absolutely nothing going on. 

On the days where shit is happening, I don’t know how but I manage to make it through. Just doing my best to make it through the day. I am fine most of the time. But that’s only because this seems to be my life now and I’ve gotten used to dealing with these feelings on a daily basis. I don’t want it to be that way, but I’m too exhausted to fight it.

There is the smallest glimmer of hope that things will change soon and that’s what keeps me going. It’s a tiny twinkle but it’s enough for me. When I manage to control the thoughts and think about all of the good that I have in my life, I genuinely smile and feel grateful. Some people don’t even have that, so that’s a win for me.

The problem with all of this healing is that a lot of shit is making its way out of me. And I’m faced with dusty ass skeletons making their way out of the closet. They make me feel unworthy and awful and creep out at the most inopportune times. They stop me in my tracks and make me want to run and hide. I have managed to isolate myself quite a bit and it’s better that way for now. There is a lot that I can’t cut out of my life or avoid though. And I’m learning how to cope with all of that without feeling guilty for taking the space that I need. Being uncomfortable and angry, but trying as hard as I can to handle it as gracefully as possible. The hardest part in all of this has been waking up to the realization that the important people in my life don’t understand me and might not ever be able to.

If I’m being honest, the most profound realization I’ve come to lately is that I’m toggling between two different worlds. And the longer I try to ignore it, the longer I’ll stay exactly where I am. But facing that fact is scary and makes me feel strange. So I lie to myself or ignore the issues because facing them is scary. This is the only way I know how to be. And it’s not working anymore. And taking that step outside of everything that I know makes me feel all the feelings. What if I change into something that no one recognizes and they don’t like it? Here’s the thing… I can’t care about that. 

The problem is that I still very much care about that. The good news is that I’m finally getting to a place where I care a little bit less. The last couple of weeks have been absolutely brutal and it’s unfortunate that there is a bright shining light on all of the things that make me the most unhappy. And I’m not okay with those things anymore. So at the very least, I’m grateful that I’m not turning a blind eye to those things anymore because it’s easier for everyone else. I’m in a really fucking dark place, and being able to see what makes me unhappiest has been a blessing. Because normally I would just ignore those things for the sake of everyone else. And I realize that I physically cannot do that anymore. So it’s a start.

Now I have to really start putting the work in. The work that I’ve been shoving aside for months and months. It’s time to start being completely honest with myself and working through all of this. I don’t want to be sad girl. Sad girl is not my destiny and I know that now. It feels like my soul is crying out and I can’t ignore it anymore. I get glimpses of what life could be like and I need to hold on tight to that and move with purpose.  I need to stop getting in my own way. I know what I need to do it’s just that breaking old patterns is difficult. But being hyper aware of it is part of the solution and quite frankly, I’m tired of this shit.

So I will say this much. If all you did this year was survive, CHEERS. You deserve a fucking medal! You don’t have to worry about the amazing year that you see your friends post on Instagram. People are out there living their best lives, and that’s AMAZING! I love seeing wonderful things happening for the people that I care about. But you don’t have to use other people’s prosperity as an example for where your life should be. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

2023 absolutely destroyed me. I’m standing in the ashes of everything that I was. And it’s bleak right now but all I see is a bright future ahead of me. The tears will eventually stop pouring out of me and everything will finally make sense. I know the potential and the strength that lives inside me. And in 2023 I allowed myself to break. But tomorrow when I wake up I won’t give into those bad thoughts or fears anymore. I can’t allow it anymore.

So here’s to better blog posts in 2024. Posts that involve moving out of this very dark place and into a place that serves me and my highest good. A lot of this will be a solo mission, but I have the support I need to push through it. I wish you all nothing but the best in 2024. I appreciate you and I am grateful I get to share this trash fire journey with you! I look forward to the new year and the new adventures ahead.

Goodbye 2023!

oh, we won’t let go, we’ll be soaked to the bone, baptized by truth, we will reap what we sow, build our own higher ground when the rain’s coming down, this is worth it to me, Saint Honesty… rain… salvation is coming in the morning, wait patiently, aiming straight for it, but now what we need, is a little rain on our face from you, sweet Saint Honesty…

Song name: SAINT HONESTY/ Artist: Sara Bareilles/ Year: 2019