MEDICINE MAINTENANCE

In maintaining some sort of normal, I have to get my medication tweeked occasionally. Occasionally, I am able to do it without having to go into a hospital, but more often I require hospitalization to allow my mind to stop and rest in order to let the new medicine begin to heal  me. This means that I have to step  out of my daily life, the one everyone knows me in and be me for a few days. It is hard to explain what it feels like knowing you have to go to the hospital but I will try to explain the feelings one may have before actually entering a facility.

It is my goal to ease everyone's mind when it comes to mental illness. I can remember being young and scared of the mental hospital. It actually was a place used to scare the crap out of kids so they would act right. My first experience with a mental hospital was when I was an adult and no longer in my parents house. 

My problem with going to the hospital is that it always catches me by surprise. I can't make myself give in and admit I need help. It always creeps up on me and shocks me that I got to the point of needing to go to a hospital. The fact that I am extremely pro-active in my mental health doesn't seem to matter when it comes to hospitalizations. I can only explain it like this, I have never been able to admit my medication is not working on my own. I am unable to see it. I am, however, able to feel the affects of how my medication is affecting my daily life, but I always have this hope, deep inside, that tells myself it is going to get better. I think it is the false hope that causes me to allow my situation to go to one extreme to the other. 

It's also something that pisses me off more than anything else out there. I get mad when I have to submit to my mental health. I am not one of the lucky ones who can live a normal life out in the real world. My  world is very small, making it difficult to be outside of my house for long at all. I have, on occasion, been able to attend certain events when  my anxieties allow me to but I have missed out on so many things that are important to me. I may keep a smile on my face, or even laugh at some of my oddities, but the truth is I am horribly bothered by my situation. I understand and acknowledge my circumstances but I have never accepted my  mental illnesses. 

Once my medicine stops working or needs to be adjusted, I am usually the last to talk about it. I hang on to this mental fantasy that it is going to be alright. The uncomfortable feeling of admitting that my mind has taken control over my body is hard to swallow but that is exactly what goes on. I have to give up the fight I have with my own mind in order to allow myself to heal. I have so many questions that will never be answered, so many thoughts that I can't discuss or even put into words to ask. How can someone know who isn't going through the same thing as I do or how can someone tell me it is going to be okay when their struggle is so different from mine. It is, however, always okay once my medication is correct.

The hardest thing I can think of to  say is , "I need to go to the hospital." It is the most exposed I ever feel. Swallowing hurts the back of my throat and lumps up making it impossible to swallow or breathe. I am not scared of the hospital. I don't even mind going to the hospital. The hard part of going to the hospital is admitting I need to go. 

exhaustion

Making time to sleep has proven a difficult task lately. Sleep patterns are arbitrary and pointless to my person, it seems and my body has deemed them irrelevant and unnecessary to my existence. I lack the basic need of sleep and feel myself on the threshold of psychosis lately. I am living in a sleep deprived body that is begging for relief. The shakes have taken over and I am now walking around like a zombie. This, as unpleasant as it seems, is just the beginning of what will become a dire and desperate drive for sanity. It has already passed the help stage and is rounding the bend to insanity at an alarming rate. I will hold on as long as possible and wish my new medication will take effect soon or I will gladly go to a crisis center to get stabilized. 

random

• More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
•  Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
• I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?
• Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
•  I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
• The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.
• Do you remember when you were a kid playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.
• There is a great need for sarcasm font.
• Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the fck was going on when I first saw it.
• I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.
• How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
• I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
• I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
• The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
• A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
• Was learning cursive really necessary?
• Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".
• I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
• Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
• Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".
• How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
• Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)...ummm...Goonies"
• What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
• While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
• MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
• Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
• I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
• Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
• I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
• Bad decisions make good stories
• Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
• Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
• If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
• Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....
• You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
• Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
• There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to fall after leaning your chair back a little too far.
• I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
• I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'
• I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
• I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
• I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
• Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...
• As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
• Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
• I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
• Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.
• Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
• It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
• I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
•  I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than with Kay.
• The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.

OBSESSION/COMPULSION

For fucks sake, I have been obsessed with my bathroom cabinet door shutting perfectly and have compulsively opened and shut it for the past 14 hours. How the hell is this even justifiable to someone without retardation? I am so sick and tired of these random games my mind plays on me. I'm still scared to death of the dark and now I find myself obsessively thinking someone is under the bed waiting to kill me. I wish I could blame this ridiculousness on schizophrenia, but alas, I don't have that disorder. How can I stay stuck on something for 14 hours and then try and function normally so others won't think I am a total spaz? If there was a wonder drug I would gladly take it. I also am so tired of people telling me that my condition can be cured. If one more person tells me that all I need is real prayer I think I will puke. Look, I have prayed about this and guess what......I'M UP FOR 14 HOURS TRYING TO SHUT A GODDAMN BATHROOM CABINET PERFECTLY. 

TIME

Everyone has a point in their life when they know it is "time". Whether it is because of an illness that has drawn on for too long or even life itself that has not produced any more than a strain on people you love and society. Do you just keep existing? That is the idea most people believe is the answer but if you are truly worried or scared of life do you just keep on living it? I am facing these decisions and I am not seeing a way to get out. I've been delusional for the past month, have tried to maintain a normal side of me when I'm around others to the best of my ability but that hasn't don't much good. I am what failure looks like. I am what failure is.

I realize someone who is depressed feels this way, and I admit that my depression has taken over to the extent that I am scared to live. I'm scared to do the littlest things in life right now. I am scared of my shower and that it will back up and make me deathly ill. I am being evicted for something I did not do but am getting blamed for having a party on Thanksgiving. I was home alone on Thanksgiving, so I'm not sure where the party comes into play. So,I have no options now. My family, whom I love, decided I need to try to get into a residential center *nursing home* and I am unable to sink my mind into that at all.

Delusions cause so many thoughts to run through my head that I am not sure what is real and what is not. Is it lying? Officially someone on the outside will think I am a liar but I don't know how to stop the stories. My brain chemicals are messed up, but I know that sounds like a cop out to others so I am too embarrassed to say it. I give hints to my psychosis but because I am able to hold a conversation with others I am not believed. Delusions are a tricky thing. My delusions convince me my life is going one way when in reality it is going another way. The way I realize it is when someone tells me what I am doing and I can recognize it doesn't make sense and that it is just made up. It is humiliating to me to have my behavior shown to me.

I guess this blog is about how I am finally tired. I've been tired so many times, but this time I have to stop pretending I can fix something that is so much bigger than me. I have to quit trying to play like I'm living when in fact I am just putting on a show for others to make them happy for me. I am tired. My delusions make me into a big liar. My depression makes it hard to be around others. My anxiety keeps me paranoid. My OCD is not making sense to me now and I am unable to finish a ritual now. Think this time I am going to Seroquel OUT!

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funny

http://vimeo.com/9752986

HOARDER NEXT DOOR

I know I have talked about the old lady that lives by my old lady next door who is a hoarder. Now, on this day I was going to take her some beans and rice. When I got over there I couldn't find a spot to put the meal. This space is just the kitchen. That path where she is standing is honestly a path and it starts at the front door, to that area and tightens up from the living room to the bedroom. The clutter and smell is overwhelming and it has began to show its ugly head outside where she throws out pieces randomly.

Trying somehow to make sense of this mess outside of her front door is like being low IQ and trying to understand Quantum Physics. I sometimes think she is trying to decorate her front lawn or possibly doing a bit of landscaping. My heart goes out to her because she is obviously dealing with dementia/Alzheimer's and that scares me because I never know what to expect. She is a dear soul and a lovely lady but she doesn't know what she is doing. 

More of my Internet finds. ENJOY

Because I love anything that is beautiful and works with my senses as far as color, rhythms, and even movements I have stumbled upon a great artist who can produce tears to those who see his works. The word PERROQUET with all of his talent has quite possibly the most beautiful works I have witnessed so far. There are stills and slow motion videos that are out of this world. I would just suggest you sit back and get ready to have your mind blown by the beauty of this amazing website. 

Another beauty I found on the Internet is for anyone who loves art or gardens or both. There is a man in Australia who has combined the both to give viewers hours of beauty. Brunos Art and Sculpture Garden has over three hundred amazing photos of amazing beauty. I know you will enjoy this tremendously.

JUST SOME FUN STUFF I'VE RAN ACROSS

http://www.pixolu.de/

this is amazing...it is something i love using every day. it has amped up the pic catalog by 100%. just type in what you are wanting to see a pic of and sit back and watch what happens.

THINGS I LOVE

It is no secret to those who know me in real life that I love fingernail polish, nail art, anything that has to do with fingernails. I have this desire to try every design I see out on my left hand. I have thought about taking pictures of my designs, but I can change a design more than 14 times in a day when I can't stop the rituals of my OCD. The art, the paint, the design, and the layers are all encompassed into this ritual that takes a life of it's own frequently. I can go through a bottle of nail polish in one day if I am out of control. 

I decided with this blog I would show you some of the designs I have tried on my fingernails, which are no less than 15 mm from the quick at all times. I try to keep them between 15mm and 25mm for my own comfort but always the exact same length with every nail. If one breaks, I will cut all of them off so they can grow back at the same rate. This rarely happens because my nails are quite possibly in the best condition where breaking is not common.

I keep square shaped nails so that I can keep an exact amount of length on each nail. I obsess over the shape almost as much as I do over the length. I find that a fingernail file allows me to perfect both. The above photo of the fingernails would never work out for me. Although the design is amazing and I happen to love both color and design, if you look closely you can see that nearly each  nail is of different size and shape with the thumb nail too close to the quick. I have tried this look on my own nails, and because I am limited to polish color occasionally the results came out a bit different. It still looked quite beautiful to me and I kept it on for close to 30 minutes before moving on to another design and color.

 Okay, so blue is not my color, but I wanted to show how natural nails can be painted to look like fake nails. I figured this out by painting the tip edge to make it all rounded and seem thicker. This was two coats over a base coat followed by a top coat to seal it. They look quite dull but  this was after a full day of wearing this. Notice the squareness of each nail and the exact length of 18mm on the left hand. I am not quite sure why my thumb is not in this picture, but I can tell you it is the exact length as the rest of them.

Another thing I love to do is make the henna hand designs on my left hand using Elmer's glue. After I am finished designing the patterns that I look up online, I then spread the glue all over my hand and allow it to dry completely. Once it is dried I will find the perfect part to pull up and try to pull off all the dry glue in one pull. This has never actually happened to me but I always strive to do just that.

Mimic Octopus

MULLET MONTAGE

EXTREME MULLET

This is a bad mullet hair day

SAHWEET

JOE DIRT BLEND

Starting a new chapter:

Not another boring blog today. Have you ever taken a ride with someone that gets on your nerves? I have spent the past 4 hours with an old man and his many stories. Now, don't get me wrong, I love to hear stories but not at the risk of a head on collision caused by his insistent need to keep looking at me while talking. In all, I have probably consumed 4 times the limit of air from gulping in from all the near misses today. Glad it's over and glad my son is here with me.

Today's travel was with a prison minister. Don't get me wrong, I love ministers. I also think it's cool to be called to minister in prisons but I honestly don't have the slightest curiosity about how hard the criminals are, sitting with someone on death row, and even hearing about their death threats. I don't work at a prison for a reason, and that simply is because I am too compassionate and too trusting. I would not last in that environment. It doesn't mean that I don't think people can be reformed because I do believe that; I just know I would be conned all the time.

So, here we are stuck in a car with a Mickey Rooney look a like and who's smell could pass as that of wet dog odor. He had old man smell, and I know it's not his fault because he's old. His car, well that is a story all in itself. He was bragging about how his car has over 400k miles on it and he has AAA for emergencies. I would hope so. I not only prayed for my life but for his car as well. We had bible lessons all the way down there, all of which pertained to prisoners.

I am proud to say that we in no way harmed any animal that lay dead in the road or on the shoulders. 

CAN'T REALLY BE SERIOUS TODAY

something to think about.

Every so often I get to run across a gem like this. Now, the reason for this picture is to stress that not always are the weight limits on baby items real. This is a nice example of how this stroller can withstand 30x's the official weight limit.

Okay, this was a ridiculous plug on my book, but doesn't it make you want to go out there and buy a copy?

Okay, to be fair, everyone know's that I am an OBAMA fan, but because I love funny pictures you have to admit that little girls head on the bottom right hand corner is going to be very famous.

Is it just me or does that hat really make his face POP

EXPLAIN PLEASE

I have always had a hard time trying to explain myself. It isn't because I am complicated that it takes more descriptive words, it's because I do everything to my own beat. A few weeks ago I went to one of my most dreaded places on Earth; Wal Mart. To some, this shopping center is such a delight that there are people who actually don't have anything to do and choose to go for enjoyment. It is something I do not understand, but more than that, I don't want to know the reason why. That is why I don't understand when someone asks me to explain what I am thinking or doing at the time. I have never found my actions to be that entertaining, nor my thoughts and words. 

Getting back to the story that I was beginning, I went to buy groceries with my mother a few weeks ago. I have found a way in which I can shop without coming unglued by the fact that other's have touched the products before I. If I have witnessed someone touching something I need to buy, I will use a bag as a glove to hold it long enough to put into the basket. This has taken some of my panic and anxiety out of shopping. I still feel like taking someone down if they touch me and I realize that is something I have to work out. To be in a fight with someone in my mind and the other person has no idea is not only a bit weird, even for my standards, but not conducive to my mental growth. So, I have perfected the way I can go to a store to get items I need without wasting any time or energy on things I don't need or want. 

You may be asking yourself, "Where is she going with this?" I feel the need to set up the baseline of the story so you can see how frustrating my day can be and how hard it is for me to explain myself. At the time I have finished placing the items in the basket in a specific order, I now have to find a cashier that I think will be my friend for the amount of time it takes to get things placed in bags and paid for. When I am out in public, no matter how insignificant or small the place is, I always pick out the good guys and my enemy. That is with any store. It's a mental list that means nothing to anyone else, it's my inner self that does this automatically. The majority of times I am in a mental fight with the person in line who runs to get something else and makes everyone behind wait for her to get back with the stupid product.

To continue the story, I am in line with what I considered to be a very unremarkable. The line wasn't as long as most, there were no screaming dirty smell kids in the line, so I wasn't in a fight with the mother. When it is time for me to start placing items upon the conveyor I methodically do so in a way that makes all the sense in the world. I place same items together. I realize my "same" and other's "same" is different, and I never think it is that important. What's important to me is that now I have my selected items placed exactly how I need them to be bagged, I watch with horror my enemy. The enemy showed itself and the mental fight was on. She was scanning each item too fast, not looking at what she was picking up, putting the items in a bag that I could never pick up because it was all wrong. She was trying my patience and looking at her did not seem to get her attention that she is getting a mental ass whooping. 

My heart is beating so fast I want to choke someone. How can someone be so inconsiderate that they do not take in consideration the amount of time and energy it takes to have a basket of groceries grouped perfectly and then placed on a conveyor in an order that would be easy for any cashier to work with? The chaos is so much that I really am beginning to dislike this woman with each beep. I refuse to pick up the bags to place in my empty basket, so she stops scanning and starts loading the bags herself. I am still in shock at what I am witnessing and we are not even halfway through. I need her to slow down. Watch the insanity you are making. I can't yell loud enough in my head for her to hear me and how she is the luckiest woman on earth right now because I am on medication that keeps me from being physically and verbally violent. She is oblivious of the fact that she is ruining my day with each scan and beep. I watch her taking things out of bags I purposefully put them in because someone had touched it before and now there were two different hands on my purchased item. I want to kick someone, a baby or something and I feel my eyes well up with tears. 

I am smart enough to know it isn't right, the way I do things, or the way I am. I get that, I am not in denial that the quirky things that are normal to me make others stare and wonder what is wrong with that woman. Just ask me, that's all I need. Let me explain please so that I don't hate you and you not even know it. I have fights in my head, and the victim is unaware. 

PROUD!

PROUD, that is what I am, proud. Proud of myself, proud of my mind and proud of my accomplishments. Okay, maybe that is a a bit obnoxious, but there are things that I have done lately that I have amazed myself of. First, I want it known that I am not a braggart. That being said, I am going to proclaim my accomplishments loud and proud, the way they deserve. It would be nothing less of foolishness if I did not do them justice.

After 18 years, I have stopped smoking. Not once have I freaked out about stopping or had the horrific withdraw symptoms associated with quiting. I found a will power I did not know existed inside of me that has bloomed. The number of times I have tried to quit in the past is too embarrassing to admit, but I will say it was more than I should have. I realized that smoking was tying me down. I couldn't feel 100 % when I was dependent on a cigarette. I was poisoning my body and mind. Prayer and more prayer gave me the encouragement and strength to stop the habit. So, I am proclaiming today, this perfect day, that I am smoke free. 

Over the past few months, I have taken certain things out of my diet. Until recently, I didn't know how my body was working on the inside. When I had some lab work done, I realized my health was not going to allow me to do the things I want to do. I took out meats, and although I occasionally will eat meat, I never buy it or stock it in my cabinet. I eat it when I am invited to someones house or out to eat. Milk has been another thing I have taken out of my life. It was amazing how much better my body felt without the two of those foods. Over a period of a few months, introducing those foods into my diet proved too hard for my digestion so I am back to no meat or milk. I can't really call myself a vegetarian because I am way to fat to be one, but I am on the road to getting my cholesterol down. I am just glad that I don't have to worry about high blood pressure or diabetes right now.

The third and final thing I have to talk about is I have finally found a peace to my life. For longer than I can remember, I worried about everything. I worried what people thought, heard, said, felt  about me. I can honestly say that my doctor gave me peace a little over a weak ago at my mothers begging. I had no idea she was talking to my doctors to take me out of the misery in my  mind, but she could see I was suffering. I was not aware I was suffering because I was in the middle of the war. I am not slower, and for a while I was scared of this feeling. I didn't understand this feeling and how it would affect my every day life. I am thankful for this peace, something I wish I would have been able to have years ago. The imagination can completely affect your decisions. I would tell myself that certain psych medicines would take away my creativity and caring, but I was ignorant. Ignorant to the fact that to slow the brain means I can now see things clearly. Instead of a rush of different images or thoughts, I now have those same thoughts and images but can actually appreciate them. I do not  have to race to hold on to them. I can let them dance in my  mind, give them a stage and allow it to play out the way it is supposed to. Before this new medication, my thoughts were flitting, never long enough to make much sense to others. I couldn't keep  up with my mind no matter how hard I concentrated. I have my mind back, although still ravaged by OCD and other mental illnesses, but it is livable. No need to pray each night to no wake up in the morning. I have something to look forward to, something new to experience, something more to say, something more to believe in. 

So, I brag. Proud of something I never felt possible. Proud I have found this path, this new road for my journey. Proud that I understand for the first time what it is like to not be in a constant state of agitating euphoria. I am now peaceful. My mind is peaceful, my images are peaceful, and my creativity is peaceful. How great that is, to be able to finally say, "I am at peace."

A STORY OF DISCONSOLATE pt.1

It is often that I get emails from individuals who I only know from networking sites. Few actually get my attention, and those that do are so alarming that It actually seeps into my soul. I am not sure how someone can be affected by someone else in a way that warrants a reaction, either by emailing or responding. I am going to give you a peek into some of my HOPELESS emails I put in a safe cyber file. The first one I will allow you to read is the first of many emotional letters I make myself read all the way through. It is the hardest emails or collection of thoughts for that matter that I read. I don't choose or ask for these emails, just as I don't know why I am the one who has been chosen to help those who need it. I never know if my response will be accepted, ignored, or inspirational. I fear the worse with every email in this category. I fear because I hear the desperation, the guilt, the fear, the despondence of depression. In each of these emails, I will however, allow you to know the outcome, whether good or bad. I give you this because I can't get rid of the visions, the hurt or the chaos in my head and heart until I put it down. I am putting it down for you, the reader. I will not say enjoy, but I will say respect. Respect the courage someone had to put to paper real thoughts, emotions, personal feelings. Respect the way depression grips your choice of words, the vocabulary that does not necessarily need to be understood by all. This, I'm sorry to say, is the first of many blogs that I am getting out. Hang in there with me, and see if you see or hear something that I have missed, something I didn't understand. 

11 November, 2009

I am writing this to you because I don't know who to talk to. I am (sic) added you as a friend for a long time ago (sic). My life is in pieces and I don't know how to fix it. I wrote a bad check. I promised my mom I didn't and now they know I did and my mom can't know I lied. I am too scared to say I lied. I can't go to jail because my world will fall apart. Is there an easier way because I would like to know. For 4 days I know the police know (sic). I don't want to leave a note because I don't know what to say to her. It is just us. I am too shamed by what I have done. I send you this because I think you will understand me, because you have felt the way I do. I want to, but I'm scared. I have to but I wish I didn't. I'm not making much sense right now, but I have a question for you. How do you say goodbye? How do you say I'm sorry but I have to leave? It is okay if you don't have the answer. I don't have the answer. Will you say a prayer for me?

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Okay, so I picked this one to start with because it was the first one I corresponded with. At first, when I read the email, I thought I was dealing with someone quite young, just by the way the words were put together. It wasn't until after I responded did I find that she was in her late 20's. Without telling the entire reasoning she had for wanting to die, I will say that she made a mistake. The lady bounced a check, and in my mind I don't see it as such a dire problem. Let me clear that up by saying I don't think it's a good idea but if it is by accident, isn't maliciously done it can be taken care of. All the time I was reading it I just focused on the offense of insufficient funds. I didn't realize that what she was trying to tell me was that her offense was LYING to  her mother or being caught in a LIE. Do you see why I am not cut out to help people? Do you see why I am haunted by the fact that someone out there has given me a key into their life and I don't know what I am supposed to do with that key. There is some pattern though to these emails, all of them think I understand or that I have been where they are. Is this the path I am supposed to go on? This young lady that wrote the letter, did in fact, attempt to swallow more than the recommended dosage of pain relievers and consequently was found by her mother in time to rush her to the hospital. The last I heard from her was that she was going back to school to study, and I am not making this up people, psychology. After I received our last correspondence, she informed me that she was going to close out her account. I haven't heard from her or what has happened since, and although I am not using her name, if she does happen to read this by chance I would definitely love to hear an update.

CRYING

 DO YOU KNOW THE EFFECTS WORDS HAVE ON THE PEOPLE THAT CARE ABOUT YOU? IF YOU KNEW THE WORDS AND THE PATH THOSE YOU HAVE CONTACT WITH WERE A STRUGGLE DAILY, WOULD THERE BE CRITICISM? WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO SAY I BELIEVE IN YOU? COULD YOU SAY I BELIEVE IN ME? ANSWERS NEVER COME EASY. A TEAR FLUSHES THE EYE, BUT IT ALSO EXPRESSES THE FEELING FROM DEEP WITHIN. IT CAN BE OF HURT OR HAPPINESS. DO YOU CRY WHEN NO ONE IS AROUND? DO YOUR TEARS FALL FROM YOUR FACE IN SECRET? WE ARE TOLD TO STOP CRYING, BE STRONG, DON'T SWEAT THE LITTLE THINGS. WHAT IF THOSE LITTLE THINGS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS THAT ARE WHAT DRIVE US TO SPILLING OUR HEARTS OUT THROUGH OUR TEARS? DO YOU SACRIFICE YOUR FEELINGS IN ORDER TO STAND STRONG FOR THOSE AROUND YOU RATHER THAN OWNING YOUR OWN FEELINGS? IT SEEMS LATELY I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET ANSWERS TO THINGS THAT SHOULD BE SO EASY TO ME, BUT HOW DO YOU BEGIN? I DON'T WANT TO FAIL, I DON'T WANT THE FEELING OF FAILURE AGAIN. THAT WORD "AGAIN" IS SUCH A DEATH SENTENCE. WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE THAT WORD IN MY VOCABULARY. BEING SCARED OF FAILURE IS MY BANE. IT HURTS TO THINK YOU HAVE PUT YOUR HEART INTO SOMETHING, GROWN IT AND MOLDED IT ONLY TO HAVE IT PUSHED OVER, PARCHED, ALONE, SILENTLY DYING. THIS BLOG SEEMS VERY DARK AND I KNOW I HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON.

I TRY MY HARDEST TO BE THE PERSON I CAN BE PROUD OF. OF COURSE, THAT CAN BE  TAKEN ANYWAY DEPENDING ON WHERE YOU ARE IN LIFE. I AM TRYING TO CLEAN MY BODY AND MIND. WHO KNEW HOW HARD IT WOULD BE?  RESEARCH GIVES ME AN OUTLET TO FIND WAYS TO PURGE MY FAULTS BUT THE FEAR TAKES OVER MY MIND SOMETIMES. SO THE NEGATIVE IMAGE IS OF A TEAR, BUT IT CAN BE TEARS OF DREAD OR HAPPINESS. IT IS ONLY TEARS. CRYING DOES NOT DEFINE YOUR FEELINGS, IT JUST SIGNIFIES OUR EMOTIONS. NEVER FORGET TO TELL THOSE WHO MATTER TO YOU THAT YOU LOVE THEM, NO MATTER WHAT YOU FEEL IS THEIR FLAW. WHO CAN SAY THE FLAW YOU SEE IN THEM IS REALLY A FLAW? DON'T POINT OUT THEIR STRONGHOLD, IT WILL ONLY BECOME YOUR STRONGHOLD.     

MY JOURNEY

What do you do when the inside of your body hurts? Not the kind of hurt from a heart ache or such trivial reasons as that. I am talking about a pulsing, driving ache that is with you constantly? You know that there is something you have to do for it, but you are lost in what that is.

For a few weeks now, I have had that ache. I've been asked if I am depressed, and I can truthfully say that I am not. I ache for something that I cannot see though. There is something out there I am supposed to do or say or be that I can't get to yet. It is an overwhelming feeling that I am not used to being tuned in to.

Sometimes, I feel as though I am on the right track, and although I look and sound like I am confident, my path seems a bit too complicated to me. I know what I feel I should do with my life, but I am not sure how to incorporate it into my daily living. How contrite I sound even talking this way, but it is that weight, that anchor that is heavy inside of my body that I hear, feel, even hold.

It is a weight, and yet it is also an electrifying feeling that I know something is around the corner for me. I have that feeling a child has looking at the presents under the tree and wondering what is behind the beautiful packaging. So, I spend my days waiting, watching and hopefully reading what it is I am supposed to be doing.

While I write this, I am sitting in the front room looking out of the front door that is open. There has been a slight overcast and the wind is blowing the clouds toward me. I say me because it is my world that I am living in. I watch as the ex marine rides in his hover-round with his missing legs, both from the knee down and ask myself why I have never told him thank you. It is because it would take me outside of my world, where there is safety and quiet. He is a very kind man. I met him once while doing laundry. He had a small cardboard box full of wash rags and kitchen towels that needed to be washed. I watched silently at first as he tried to maneuver the washing machine while his automotive seat hindered some of the buttons needed. I slowly rose from a bench I was on and took his laundry soap and finished the job for him. It wasn't until I was through that I realized that maybe he didn't want help. He had a smile on his face and thanked me. ME? I only did what my mother would have done, what she taught her children to do. 

It was that day, with the ex marine who had sacrificed his lower limbs while on duty, that I began to ache inside. I still don't know what it is, but I bet it has to do with someone other than myself. It will come to me, I just don't know when that will be. I've went over so many scenarios in my head until it too felt a burden. Do we all have that ache? I've never discussed it with anyone to know how prevalent this ache is. I don't even know what words to use for it. Me, someone who can describe anything, and I can't describe this stupid ache that I am having.

So, my ex marine is riding around outside, just looking at nature, feeling the wind blow against his body, letting the sun nourish his body and he looks as though all is great in the world. For some, I think it is. I think he has the right to finally feel his world is great. In my selfish mind I wanted to feel sorry for him, wanted to think he needed my help, wanted to be important. I never thought about his perspective. I've never seen him without a smile on his face. His daily activities seem to stay the same, not a lot of change and it looks like he feels fine with that. He seems happy, and yet I look at him and wonder where I have the the audacity of ever being depressed, or sad, or even upset. 

So, my path is beginning to become wider. I've came out of the narrow and straight to one that gives me a chance to look around, see more than what is in front of me, see others as they are and not what I imagine them to be, see things clearly and without a distorted glass to hide behind. I am ME. I say that a lot and now I mean it. I have a place to go, a place to be and I'm on my way. I just wish I understood what this ache is that I have, that my body feels, that my  mind cannot figure out. This ache is my path, it will show itself one day and I am no longer on that narrow road so I should be able to see it's light when I get there.