Hey there! I guess I seem to have fallen and I couldn't get up! No, nothing so serious here....just too much going on at once to have the luxury of doing just this! Crazy!
Okay, here's the crazy....we're moving back to North Carolina in about 3 weeks or maybe a tad less....and so all of the things leading up to such a life-changing event and all of the stress and happiness involved....ugh! It has been a strange time, and it has taken a great deal of patience; and still is, for that matter.
I have to say, though, that through all of this, I have had the 'S' solution pop into my head, and each time it has been simple to tell it to go back from whence it came....not interested in dying....I'm way more interested in FINALLY living!!!!
This is my do-over; and I am sharing it with my beloved, and we are moving one step closer to our dream lifestyle. It is very exciting, indeed.
Also, I FINALLY have a court date for my disability hearing....after waiting patiently (for the most part, anyway) for over two years. So I would be traveling to NC anyway for the hearing, but given that our rent was going up here, and we haven't been doing anything but existing prior to any increase....we decided we may as well move now, while the moving is good, and get the teenager in a good school (she has been taking all of this very well, in spite of the fact that she'll be leaving her first beau!, so I'm really proud of our daughter....smart girl!), and us in an area so that our rent is basically cut in half, we will be among friends and family, and be able to enjoy the beach and the mountains and have something left over to have a life....be able to go out to lunch....the little things!
So, I feel great....this is a big deal for me.... to FINALLY be able to conquer the idea of the 'S' Solution! To feel able to move forward, truly toward even better things.
I hope you were looking to be cheered up, since this is definitely an upbeat post. What can I say? I'm happy!! The family is happy! I doubt that my ex is happy....I just emailed him today regarding our move, to let him know that I have no plans to ruin his life or bother him and that we'll be on the other side of the county from him. He will have to deal with it! It will be interesting, since I know of at least a couple of lies he has told our kids, and I will be around to defend myself from now on. Maybe he'll move. That would be okay. But I honestly have nothing but good wishes for the man, even after everything. I want nothing more than to see him find himself and find some happiness. It just won't be with me!!
I shall go for now! I will keep you posted....I have some packing to do!! Namaste'!
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Friday, May 1, 2015
A Waste of Good Coffee....
There is plenty going on inside my head these days. I am still learning to be still and pay attention, not be reactive, and stay positive. One of the things I am doing, as I've mentioned before, is going back through my journals that I've been keeping since I was in the psych ward following my suicide, back in January 2011.
I came across this entry the other day, and I knew I should share it with you. When I look back at this long journey I've been taking since my re-birth, I realize that I spent so much time paralyzed, and that I still have those times, but at least not as often.
There are many recurring themes in my journaling, and trying to figure out my relationship with my husband has been one such theme. It took me a while to come to terms with his part in my death and re-birth. This particular entry, especially rereading it now, is oh so telling....
December 21, 2011
"A waste of good coffee - one more spoonful would make all of the difference, yet every morning that my husband makes coffee, its one scoop/spoonful too weak, can't be fixed.
I guess that sums it up, and is an analogy of my marriage - one spoonful light in love, passion, respect. Oh well, that's the way it goes. I am the bad one, the one to blame, the bitch. At least I'm used to the role, and now it doesn't come with me also feeling shame, guilt, fear, etc. That one spoonful is not my lack; it is someone else's. I am more likely to add an extra scoop, not omit one."
So there you have it. It is one of those things that would be so insignificant, except that back before I died, for quite a few years, I could tell when it was time for some 'pity sex' when the coffee got weaker. I guess it was a passive/aggressive way of getting my attention? And it was so....because after some 'pity sex' the coffee got stronger again, at least for a while. I think of all the pots of coffee I poured down the drain so that I could make a pot that actually tasted like coffee instead of burned water. Years of pouring out this wasted liquid. And actually, because my husband also had serious 'cheapskate' issues, knowing that he did this on purpose....ugh! Kind of sad, huh?
Well, I never have to deal with that again....my beloved loves my coffee, and doesn't mind that I add two extra scoops....for he knows what we all know....you can always make strong coffee less strong by adding a little water, but you can't fix it if its not strong enough....its just a waste of good coffee.
I came across this entry the other day, and I knew I should share it with you. When I look back at this long journey I've been taking since my re-birth, I realize that I spent so much time paralyzed, and that I still have those times, but at least not as often.
There are many recurring themes in my journaling, and trying to figure out my relationship with my husband has been one such theme. It took me a while to come to terms with his part in my death and re-birth. This particular entry, especially rereading it now, is oh so telling....
December 21, 2011
"A waste of good coffee - one more spoonful would make all of the difference, yet every morning that my husband makes coffee, its one scoop/spoonful too weak, can't be fixed.
I guess that sums it up, and is an analogy of my marriage - one spoonful light in love, passion, respect. Oh well, that's the way it goes. I am the bad one, the one to blame, the bitch. At least I'm used to the role, and now it doesn't come with me also feeling shame, guilt, fear, etc. That one spoonful is not my lack; it is someone else's. I am more likely to add an extra scoop, not omit one."
So there you have it. It is one of those things that would be so insignificant, except that back before I died, for quite a few years, I could tell when it was time for some 'pity sex' when the coffee got weaker. I guess it was a passive/aggressive way of getting my attention? And it was so....because after some 'pity sex' the coffee got stronger again, at least for a while. I think of all the pots of coffee I poured down the drain so that I could make a pot that actually tasted like coffee instead of burned water. Years of pouring out this wasted liquid. And actually, because my husband also had serious 'cheapskate' issues, knowing that he did this on purpose....ugh! Kind of sad, huh?
Well, I never have to deal with that again....my beloved loves my coffee, and doesn't mind that I add two extra scoops....for he knows what we all know....you can always make strong coffee less strong by adding a little water, but you can't fix it if its not strong enough....its just a waste of good coffee.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Thanks to You!
Yep! I want to thank you all for being there, wherever 'there' may be, and for reading my posts....especially when they are as strange (or not) as the last one. Actually, I just reread the post myself, and wanted to take the time to check in and post an update.
First of all, I am still alive and kicking, while not too high, mind you, but I'm kicking nonetheless. As a suicide survivor, I know that it means something to be alive each and every day. I know that getting past the idea, the 'S' solution, is always a victory in itself. And, yes, writing it, posting it, is probably one of the most therapeutic things I can do.
I think that having my youngest son here for a week and a half was also very helpful. He is very intuitive, and not afraid to tell it like it is. And as he and I talked about many of the issues that have been plaguing me, he gave me a great deal of insight and good, if unsolicited, advice.
Basically, he helped me to gain perspective on many things, such as that I am here to be parenting, like it or not. That it is up to me to be happy about it and to allow it be something to build relationships instead of ruin them. That this is where I belong, and that what I do is important and has meaning.
I also talked to him at length about my fibromyalgia and the disability issues, and I feel like he now understands exactly how debilitating my condition can be, and how it has affected my life decisions and my life in general; and then, of course, the financial aspects of being unable to 'get a job', and having to wait so long for the disability trial.
It was wonderful to have him here, and to watch as he became comfortable with my beloved and his daughter; they are all going to be able to be 'family', which makes me so very happy. I think we all got something special from our time together....priceless.
So, I just wanted to take the time to thank you, dear readers, for taking the time to read my words. I'll be back soon....I'm in the middle of editing photos for ebay and etsy and my other blog (GoodKharmaReThreads)....but I haven't forgotten about you....just trying to make ends meet, like everybody else I know. Peace to you....
First of all, I am still alive and kicking, while not too high, mind you, but I'm kicking nonetheless. As a suicide survivor, I know that it means something to be alive each and every day. I know that getting past the idea, the 'S' solution, is always a victory in itself. And, yes, writing it, posting it, is probably one of the most therapeutic things I can do.
I think that having my youngest son here for a week and a half was also very helpful. He is very intuitive, and not afraid to tell it like it is. And as he and I talked about many of the issues that have been plaguing me, he gave me a great deal of insight and good, if unsolicited, advice.
Basically, he helped me to gain perspective on many things, such as that I am here to be parenting, like it or not. That it is up to me to be happy about it and to allow it be something to build relationships instead of ruin them. That this is where I belong, and that what I do is important and has meaning.
I also talked to him at length about my fibromyalgia and the disability issues, and I feel like he now understands exactly how debilitating my condition can be, and how it has affected my life decisions and my life in general; and then, of course, the financial aspects of being unable to 'get a job', and having to wait so long for the disability trial.
It was wonderful to have him here, and to watch as he became comfortable with my beloved and his daughter; they are all going to be able to be 'family', which makes me so very happy. I think we all got something special from our time together....priceless.
So, I just wanted to take the time to thank you, dear readers, for taking the time to read my words. I'll be back soon....I'm in the middle of editing photos for ebay and etsy and my other blog (GoodKharmaReThreads)....but I haven't forgotten about you....just trying to make ends meet, like everybody else I know. Peace to you....
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Loose Threads
I can't believe that I've been so remiss with my blogging....but I also know that there's been so much upheaval and negativity in the atmosphere these past few weeks, I've actually been at a loss as to what to say here. I thought I could continue sharing my "lessons", but they have been coming at me with such intensity and frequency that it has taken a lot of energy just to decipher the events in my day to day.
I can say that the bottom line has been the same: LET GO!
Now, this letting go has encompassed many areas of my life. I have really had to let go of my reactions to the goings-on around me, rather than trying to take some kind of false responsibility and be a fixer of things that really aren't mine to fix. I have had to let go of many material possessions, whether by selling my own clothes and shoes on ebay, or selling and hocking my jewelry (what little there was), in order to have the money for such necessities as refilling my meds.
I've also had to let go of the outcome of the relationships in my life....and try to understand what I need to do next. This has probably been the hardest thing....dealing with the fact that love doesn't pay the bills, put food on the table, etc. Also that there is a great deal of conflict inside regarding being part of parenting someone else's child: my parenting style is not the same as my partner's. I have struggled greatly to let go of my feelings here....to understand the 'whys' for the philosophy my partner has for raising his daughter. I have come to the conclusion that this may be something that could end this relationship; this and the financial woes, however temporary, that we're experiencing at the present time. My need for security and some kind of order may send me packing one day. I can't handle the anxiety that goes along with raising a teenager, or the pressure that comes with having little or no control over my financial situation, and none over the household's finances.
I keep looking for a sign from the Universe, you know, advising me as to what I should do about these things. There is a big part of me that believes that maybe my work here is done, and I should move on to a place where I can do other good works. There is a big part of me that wants to stay here, with my beloved, and just ride this storm out, knowing that its just a storm, knowing that there will always be storms to deal with, along with rainbows and sunny endings. I don't know.
And, of course, all of this angst has been paralyzing for me. It has also taken my thoughts straight to the "S" solution, almost daily. Yes, its the easy way out. Its something I am actually at peace with doing, which is not necessarily a good thing. It is always lurking in the background....and the knowing that I could do it is like a security blanket. This saddens me more than I can relate to you in words. Its not like I want to die....I just don't want to live another downtrodden, hand-to-mouth poor, emotionally deadened life. So I look at options. And leaving this life (literally) will always seem like a viable option for those of us who have done it before.
The good thing is that I also know I have other options. The downside is that many of them involve messing up peoples' lives, lives that have improved with my physical absence. Lives that have blossomed and left the arms of co-dependency. I don't want to be the thing that ruins the hard work that others have done to improve themselves just so I can have a place to stay or feel 'safe'. I think that re-entering some peoples' lives would be worse for them than my other exit strategy. Or maybe I'm just justifying my potential actions....that would make sense.
So I work....I paint and sew and sell stuff and do my best to keep busy and somewhat productive. I wait....my lawyers keep pushing back my hearing date for disability, and they don't give a rat's ass if I live in poverty, or at the expense and mercy of others. They just know that the longer they wait, the more money they'll get out of the deal. My personal suffering is of little or no concern to them. I just want it to be over with. Its been almost two years and I am tired, not to mention that I've run out of things to sell or hock or trade for necessities.....but I wait. I know that this one thing would change my life for the better and give me that feeling of security that I just don't have and haven't had in too many years now.
I hope that this post doesn't overly depress anyone. I am not sharing my life and feelings to be validated or pitied, or to make anyone feel bad. I think these are things that everyone goes through, and healthier people breeze through, while those of us that have issues....we don't always see things as positively as we need to in order to survive.
I will get through this huge bump in the road. I am not ready to give up. I know that there are other things that I am still on this earth to do, and I will fight my emotions in order to stay and do them. Like the books I should be writing, and the art I should be listing on-line. I have so many things that I want to accomplish this time around; even when I feel as unmotivated as I do at present, I know that I have things to do, people to help, animals to rescue....I'll get there.
Hopefully my next post will be a little more positive and helpful. Sometimes we all need to put into words the things that we are feeling and fearing. If we're lucky, this allows us to look at our feelings and fears and then let them go....let go! (there it is again!) Keep letting go of the things that no longer serve you....hard as that is! I will do the same....let's see where this takes us!
I will do my best to be back soon.....until then, namaste'!
I can say that the bottom line has been the same: LET GO!
Now, this letting go has encompassed many areas of my life. I have really had to let go of my reactions to the goings-on around me, rather than trying to take some kind of false responsibility and be a fixer of things that really aren't mine to fix. I have had to let go of many material possessions, whether by selling my own clothes and shoes on ebay, or selling and hocking my jewelry (what little there was), in order to have the money for such necessities as refilling my meds.
I've also had to let go of the outcome of the relationships in my life....and try to understand what I need to do next. This has probably been the hardest thing....dealing with the fact that love doesn't pay the bills, put food on the table, etc. Also that there is a great deal of conflict inside regarding being part of parenting someone else's child: my parenting style is not the same as my partner's. I have struggled greatly to let go of my feelings here....to understand the 'whys' for the philosophy my partner has for raising his daughter. I have come to the conclusion that this may be something that could end this relationship; this and the financial woes, however temporary, that we're experiencing at the present time. My need for security and some kind of order may send me packing one day. I can't handle the anxiety that goes along with raising a teenager, or the pressure that comes with having little or no control over my financial situation, and none over the household's finances.
I keep looking for a sign from the Universe, you know, advising me as to what I should do about these things. There is a big part of me that believes that maybe my work here is done, and I should move on to a place where I can do other good works. There is a big part of me that wants to stay here, with my beloved, and just ride this storm out, knowing that its just a storm, knowing that there will always be storms to deal with, along with rainbows and sunny endings. I don't know.
And, of course, all of this angst has been paralyzing for me. It has also taken my thoughts straight to the "S" solution, almost daily. Yes, its the easy way out. Its something I am actually at peace with doing, which is not necessarily a good thing. It is always lurking in the background....and the knowing that I could do it is like a security blanket. This saddens me more than I can relate to you in words. Its not like I want to die....I just don't want to live another downtrodden, hand-to-mouth poor, emotionally deadened life. So I look at options. And leaving this life (literally) will always seem like a viable option for those of us who have done it before.
The good thing is that I also know I have other options. The downside is that many of them involve messing up peoples' lives, lives that have improved with my physical absence. Lives that have blossomed and left the arms of co-dependency. I don't want to be the thing that ruins the hard work that others have done to improve themselves just so I can have a place to stay or feel 'safe'. I think that re-entering some peoples' lives would be worse for them than my other exit strategy. Or maybe I'm just justifying my potential actions....that would make sense.
So I work....I paint and sew and sell stuff and do my best to keep busy and somewhat productive. I wait....my lawyers keep pushing back my hearing date for disability, and they don't give a rat's ass if I live in poverty, or at the expense and mercy of others. They just know that the longer they wait, the more money they'll get out of the deal. My personal suffering is of little or no concern to them. I just want it to be over with. Its been almost two years and I am tired, not to mention that I've run out of things to sell or hock or trade for necessities.....but I wait. I know that this one thing would change my life for the better and give me that feeling of security that I just don't have and haven't had in too many years now.
I hope that this post doesn't overly depress anyone. I am not sharing my life and feelings to be validated or pitied, or to make anyone feel bad. I think these are things that everyone goes through, and healthier people breeze through, while those of us that have issues....we don't always see things as positively as we need to in order to survive.
I will get through this huge bump in the road. I am not ready to give up. I know that there are other things that I am still on this earth to do, and I will fight my emotions in order to stay and do them. Like the books I should be writing, and the art I should be listing on-line. I have so many things that I want to accomplish this time around; even when I feel as unmotivated as I do at present, I know that I have things to do, people to help, animals to rescue....I'll get there.
Hopefully my next post will be a little more positive and helpful. Sometimes we all need to put into words the things that we are feeling and fearing. If we're lucky, this allows us to look at our feelings and fears and then let them go....let go! (there it is again!) Keep letting go of the things that no longer serve you....hard as that is! I will do the same....let's see where this takes us!
I will do my best to be back soon.....until then, namaste'!
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Let Go of My E-GO....
Sorry I didn't get back before now....life does take up more time these days, now that I'm learning how to actually live these moments individually and collectively.
In my last post I shared my epiphany from February 5th, about the ego and how it was time for me to realign mine back to a healthy state....and, as I also shared, this was easier said than done. So, today I will share my "Today's Lesson" from February 6th:
2/6/15
My lesson today....more letting go. The Universe insists that I shed my ego:
In my last post I shared my epiphany from February 5th, about the ego and how it was time for me to realign mine back to a healthy state....and, as I also shared, this was easier said than done. So, today I will share my "Today's Lesson" from February 6th:
2/6/15
My lesson today....more letting go. The Universe insists that I shed my ego:
E-GO - lEt-GO - okay!
My karma is not attached to anyone else's. It is mine and my responsibility to try to improve myself and what I release into the world. I am having with this - the realization that I am alone with my karma. And, that if letting go of my ego affects another's ego negatively (as in making it bigger), that is their karma, not mine. Their choice to seize power that is up for grabs, or let it go.
I have to release myself from my ideology here and then I hope I can let go of my ego. I don't want it. I just want to be happy. I want to be off of the 'Samsara Ride' (In Buddhism, samsara is the cycle of suffering that all beings strive to overcome in order to be able to be truly happy and compassionate and enlightened). Only I can make the choice for myself to change, to get off this 'ride' of suffering and move on - move forward on my path.
The interconnectedness (with my beloved) is just so close that it is confusing at times. And the rejection is part of my karma - payback for those I've rejected.
I understand this. I will eat it and try to digest it and not spit it out....let it all go.
To clarify things - the rejection I am referring to is from my deep desire to be with my partner physically, basically offering myself to him, and not being taken up on my offer. This was such a blow to my ego - ego that I didn't even realize was inside me - and my reaction was anger and resentment and other such negative emotions.
Truthfully, this was the best thing that could have happened to me....it has allowed me to see the holes in my spiritual education and growth, and to address issues that I now know are directly related to my past....lack of self-worth, self-love, self-esteem....thinking that my sexual self was supposed to be used as a control tool....I could keep going, but I'm sure you understand what I'm saying.
I will try to be back tomorrow and continue this with my next day's lesson (2/7) and it's effect on, well, on everything. It is interesting when I see how the life I was forced to lead as a child and teen, and then the life I chose to lead as an 'adult', and the factors that ultimately led me to choose death over life....well, that its all a process of shedding and growing....and the realization that I'm not finished by a long shot....and that its okay!
Until then....
Thursday, February 26, 2015
My Apologies....
Yes, I must apologize for my absence from blogging....I have no real excuse, although there have been so many lessons and epiphanies since I last posted back in January, and I have tried to document as much as possible.
For this post, I just want to share this inspirational writing that I vomited up on February 5th....it was a week of learning some really important lessons, and this writing was the beginning of this extremely transformational time, so I will share and also i will share the subsequent lessons that sprang from taking my own advice....
2-5-15
Let Go....Let Go....Let Go!
Open up - open the heart, soul, mind
Look inside - seek and you shall find
Open up and let go - no need to be alarmed that there is no safety net. There is no ground beneath your feet.
Let go - let go of each selfish thought or action - let go and open yourself up to the possibility that you lack nothing and your needs are easily met by the act of having faith, trust, and letting go of your ego. Let your ego dissipate - dissolve - wash away your ego and leave yourself bare and clean - free from the constraints of "I" and "me" and even "we".
Let go, more and more; release your demons and forgive yourself. Forgiveness is freedom; forgiveness is love.
Let go - be open to the vast Universe.
Just let go....open your heart....see and feel the goodness, and radiate it outward to give it freely to the world.
There....I will be back tomorrow with my lessons from 2-6-15....because implementing the above was a whole lot more difficult and revealing than I expected....the ego is one powerful beast, for sure.
Until then, may you be filled with and surrounded by peace. Namaste.
For this post, I just want to share this inspirational writing that I vomited up on February 5th....it was a week of learning some really important lessons, and this writing was the beginning of this extremely transformational time, so I will share and also i will share the subsequent lessons that sprang from taking my own advice....
2-5-15
Let Go....Let Go....Let Go!
Open up - open the heart, soul, mind
Look inside - seek and you shall find
Open up and let go - no need to be alarmed that there is no safety net. There is no ground beneath your feet.
Let go - let go of each selfish thought or action - let go and open yourself up to the possibility that you lack nothing and your needs are easily met by the act of having faith, trust, and letting go of your ego. Let your ego dissipate - dissolve - wash away your ego and leave yourself bare and clean - free from the constraints of "I" and "me" and even "we".
Let go, more and more; release your demons and forgive yourself. Forgiveness is freedom; forgiveness is love.
Let go - be open to the vast Universe.
Just let go....open your heart....see and feel the goodness, and radiate it outward to give it freely to the world.
There....I will be back tomorrow with my lessons from 2-6-15....because implementing the above was a whole lot more difficult and revealing than I expected....the ego is one powerful beast, for sure.
Until then, may you be filled with and surrounded by peace. Namaste.
Friday, January 16, 2015
And Now I am Four....
Yep, I made it through my ReBirthday....which for me begins on January 14th and ends on January 15th....a long 24 hours of reflections and growth. This year it was different, as it seems to be every successive year from the date of my death and rebirth.
Being in a new home, new state, new relationship, new everything....has definitely allowed me a different kind of perspective than in the previous years. I can see different choices for my future, as well as being able to see how, even a year ago, events were taking place that would eventually lead me to this new place on my path. It has been quite the journey, this past year, and it feels pretty good to be settled for now. I need to be settled for now, that is for sure. It is harder to embrace than I thought it would be, this being settled. I am ever so watchful of my role here and I still keep my red flag system at the ready. I don't know if that kind of safety system ever goes away or changes, can relax, at least with me. I hope that someday I can truly relax, and be myself, because it seems that even when I think I've gotten to that place, I realize that I am not there quite yet....closer, definitely....but not there yet.
But, I think the depression from the holidays and the anticipation of my rebirthday are lifting now. It has been more of a battle than I expected it to be. Like I said, I still have a ways to go. I also have to give myself a break, considering that I relocated to what may as well be a foreign country, only 3 and 1/2 months ago....and we've only had our own house for a month. I have just had a hard time, as I have had to figure out my place, my role, and also accept these things. There are good days and bad and in-between....and I have come to realize that part of my problem is that I am NEVER alone. Hopefully, once winter has passed, I will be able to get outside and garden and do things and not feel quite so trapped. I don't do so well with 'trapped', as we all know. I have days when I feel like a chauffeur and a cook and a laundry lady and nothing more. There are times when I think that I should just get in my truck and head for somewhere else. I don't know why I am having such a hard time, except maybe its just who I am, how I am. I've spent so much time being used that I notice normal activities as being taken advantage of instead of just part of life. I have to work through this somehow....
I spent a great deal of time the past two days reading from my journals. I came across a few revelations; I can let go of the guilt from leaving my husband....I needed to leave him....and he needed me to leave him....long before I left. I have done my best to repair the damage done by my suicide, and I can see that it has indeed been taken care of....I have good relationships with my boys, and they can go on with their lives now, as can I. I have made peace with my mother....on terms we both can live with and be happy about. I am getting ready to start working on my books....which is why I had been going through the journals and other writings....I'm finally feeling ready to face the pages and words and see the progress and the pitfalls and turn all of that information into something that can help other people like me, and people's families and friends. It will be very cathartic for me....and I feel strong enough, in spite of feeling unsettled, to take these projects on now.
So, I am now four....I can't say at what rate I have been 'growing up', but I think I am at the point of adulthood now....2014 was a year filled with big growing pains, and now I have to assimilate it all and be the woman I never got to be before. And this is SCARY AS HELL!!! But its time....I'll be okay, right? I think ultimately I will be more than just okay....I just have to learn to LIVE this life, this gift that I've been given....
I have also come to a really important place spiritually. I am starting to really understand who I am inside and how important each moment is....especially since I very easily could not be here....and I am opening myself up to others again, even in this foreign place....the funny thing is, others have begun to be drawn to me again, so I know I'm putting myself out there spiritually for those who might need something from me, even if that something is just a smile.
I think being four will be good for me. I still have some digging to do, but I am ready to be open and to get into life. It is my do-over in motion....and I have to keep my nerve up to stay on this ride instead of thinking I could just jump off....because this ride is my life and its a gift and I have made some wonderful choices that have put great love and commonality in every moment, present and future....so, I will tighten my seat belt and just go with it....why not?
I will be using my journals for some posts in the near future....so much stuff to share that I had forgotten about, and forgotten that the journals were originally going to be the basis of this blog. So, as I go through them, I'll be sharing with you how it felt then, and how it feels now. It will be therapeutic for me and hopefully for you, too.
Being in a new home, new state, new relationship, new everything....has definitely allowed me a different kind of perspective than in the previous years. I can see different choices for my future, as well as being able to see how, even a year ago, events were taking place that would eventually lead me to this new place on my path. It has been quite the journey, this past year, and it feels pretty good to be settled for now. I need to be settled for now, that is for sure. It is harder to embrace than I thought it would be, this being settled. I am ever so watchful of my role here and I still keep my red flag system at the ready. I don't know if that kind of safety system ever goes away or changes, can relax, at least with me. I hope that someday I can truly relax, and be myself, because it seems that even when I think I've gotten to that place, I realize that I am not there quite yet....closer, definitely....but not there yet.
But, I think the depression from the holidays and the anticipation of my rebirthday are lifting now. It has been more of a battle than I expected it to be. Like I said, I still have a ways to go. I also have to give myself a break, considering that I relocated to what may as well be a foreign country, only 3 and 1/2 months ago....and we've only had our own house for a month. I have just had a hard time, as I have had to figure out my place, my role, and also accept these things. There are good days and bad and in-between....and I have come to realize that part of my problem is that I am NEVER alone. Hopefully, once winter has passed, I will be able to get outside and garden and do things and not feel quite so trapped. I don't do so well with 'trapped', as we all know. I have days when I feel like a chauffeur and a cook and a laundry lady and nothing more. There are times when I think that I should just get in my truck and head for somewhere else. I don't know why I am having such a hard time, except maybe its just who I am, how I am. I've spent so much time being used that I notice normal activities as being taken advantage of instead of just part of life. I have to work through this somehow....
I spent a great deal of time the past two days reading from my journals. I came across a few revelations; I can let go of the guilt from leaving my husband....I needed to leave him....and he needed me to leave him....long before I left. I have done my best to repair the damage done by my suicide, and I can see that it has indeed been taken care of....I have good relationships with my boys, and they can go on with their lives now, as can I. I have made peace with my mother....on terms we both can live with and be happy about. I am getting ready to start working on my books....which is why I had been going through the journals and other writings....I'm finally feeling ready to face the pages and words and see the progress and the pitfalls and turn all of that information into something that can help other people like me, and people's families and friends. It will be very cathartic for me....and I feel strong enough, in spite of feeling unsettled, to take these projects on now.
So, I am now four....I can't say at what rate I have been 'growing up', but I think I am at the point of adulthood now....2014 was a year filled with big growing pains, and now I have to assimilate it all and be the woman I never got to be before. And this is SCARY AS HELL!!! But its time....I'll be okay, right? I think ultimately I will be more than just okay....I just have to learn to LIVE this life, this gift that I've been given....
I have also come to a really important place spiritually. I am starting to really understand who I am inside and how important each moment is....especially since I very easily could not be here....and I am opening myself up to others again, even in this foreign place....the funny thing is, others have begun to be drawn to me again, so I know I'm putting myself out there spiritually for those who might need something from me, even if that something is just a smile.
I think being four will be good for me. I still have some digging to do, but I am ready to be open and to get into life. It is my do-over in motion....and I have to keep my nerve up to stay on this ride instead of thinking I could just jump off....because this ride is my life and its a gift and I have made some wonderful choices that have put great love and commonality in every moment, present and future....so, I will tighten my seat belt and just go with it....why not?
I will be using my journals for some posts in the near future....so much stuff to share that I had forgotten about, and forgotten that the journals were originally going to be the basis of this blog. So, as I go through them, I'll be sharing with you how it felt then, and how it feels now. It will be therapeutic for me and hopefully for you, too.
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