Insomnia is a Sanctimonious Bitch

 

Night two of not being able to sleep.  It doesn't surprise me.  I was due.

My head is full of chaos.  Restless thoughts bounce off the walls of my skull.  They feel almost like pop rocks on the tongue.

I watched videos.  I read a book.  I listened to music.  

I took melatonin.

Nothing seems to work.

I am tired but can't sleep.

I know, I know...I should not be on the computer.  I should try to relax.  I should find some zen.  I should spray lavender smelly shit.  I should do a lot of things.

Many people suffer from insomnia from time to time.  I'm not the only one.

At least it isn't depression.  Depression has been such an enemy.

I haven't been this happy in a very long time.

The beginning of the week started off a bit rough.  Car trouble, kid trouble, just things that cannot be controlled.  It happens.

I do miss being creative.  I need to have that outlet to release how I feel.  Creativity helps me put the chaos to canvas.

For now, I will type these words and hope that the thoughts become quiet for a bit.

Write Like No One is Reading

I wish I could write like I used to.  It was so easy to put my thoughts out there.  It always helped to clear my head.  Hell, I have blogged for years.  I used to blog on MySpace.  (Remember MySpace?)

Now, since I've received a few anonymous letters in the mail dissing me because of what I write, I tend to second guess everything.  I friggin hate that.

So, I am just going to type away and see where this goes.

It is going to be a pain in the ass though because I am blogging on an iPad.

Today I spent time trying to be distracted.  I have a court hearing tomorrow for something totally bullshit.  This is something I won't type about until it's over because sometimes shit can go south and if it does, I'm going to need to vent.

I also have a lot going on in my head.

Lately ive been feeling stuck.  I am tired of living the way I live.  I'm lonely.  I'm tired. I'm frustrated. I'm confused.

Why is life so difficult?

I thought I deserved better. I work hard. I studied hard. I love hard. I care about people.

None of it seems to matter.

How do other people do it?

I have goals and dreams.  How in the hell do I achieve them?

I guess this will need more thought.

My depression hasn't been too horrible.  I've been trying to do all the right things like eating right, sleeping right, doing my hobby, yadda yadda.  So there's that.

I'm hoping tomorrow goes well and then I'll go from there.

I'm Tired

I'm tired.  Not just a sleepy kind of tired.

I'm tired of feeling lost and disconnected.  I try to find some sort of direction but often find myself in circles.

I'm tired of living this mundane life with the same day over and over again.  I keep thinking that it will change but it never ever does.

I'm tired of being alone and feeling lonely.  I have so much to give but there seems to be no one who wants to receive.  There isn't anyone to talk to and it seems that my dog is the only one happy to see me at the end of the day.

I'm tired of the struggle of being on my own.  I have no one to to share the heavy load of running a home.  

I'm tired of fighting depression.  Every day seems to big a huge struggle to get out of bed and put on a fake face that hides the demons that haunt me.

I'm tired of giving it my all only to be shot down time after time.  My accomplishments are never recognized and the only time I hear anything is when I am failing.

I'm tired of crying.

I'm tired of feeling like I want to curl up into a tight ball hoping that I just disappear.

I'm tired of trying to be strong.  The knot between my shoulders grows tighter every single day.

I'm tired of just being me.  Sometimes the thought creeps in. the very thought of ending everything.

I'm tired of being afraid to reach out for help.  Help can be expensive.  Have you ever had to pay for therapy?

I'm tired of shit just going all kinds of wrong.

I'm just so tired.

Like a Babbling Brook

I've been staring at this blank page for awhile.

I want to write. (I need to write.)  Words just escape me.

I guess I will just type and hope that it makes sense.

Things aren't right with me.  They haven't been for some time.  I know something is up but can't put my finger quite on it.

I tend to blame my depression.  (That dirty bastard)  But it isn't just the depression.

Stress had been a big cause.

I have a lot of it and it has been hard to deal with.

Being single and not having anyone to take some of the burden away doesn't help.

Being single and being a mom doesn't help.

Being a good worker and trying to be perfect doesn't help.

All of the burdens fall on my shoulders.  My back is getting that huge fist like knot in the upper middle and my head aches all of the time.  The brain doesn't shut up.  Sleeping pills aren't working.  My health is deteriorating.  My eye even exploded the other day.  (Sounds more dramatic than it really was but the blood vessels in my eye popped)

My doctor doesn't like the fact that my blood pressure is super high and has been for quite some time.  And she tells me to make dietary changes, lose some more weight (duh) and relax.

RELAX!!!!!

(hahahahahaha....excuse me while I wipe a tear)

How in the hell am I supposed to relax?

She suggested yoga.....in my spare time.......

yup, that's going to work well

I wish I could afford a vacation.

I go in on Tuesday to find out just how serious the stress has damaged my body.  I worry about that now.

I get several tips like:

Take a bath (I loathe baths....LOATHE them)
Take a walk (I limp like a gimpy bastard and it hurts)
Take a nap (Hello, sleeping pills don't help me sleep)
Pet the cat (He's a grumpy mother f**ker)
Paint or color (pft...I painted to whole damn kitchen.....twice)
Go for a ride (um, gas ain't 99 cents anymore)

Yeah yeah....I'm full of excuses.  

But seriously, all of the above and even some tips I haven't even mentioned are only temporary distractions from the more serious stresses.  

These stresses seem so colossal that they will never fully subside.

I can only keep hoping that something gives and I find some relief from everything that is worrisome. I also hope to find a way to get some zen.

(sorry about the long babble...sometimes just writing helps)

Sometimes I Think I am Losing my Shit

Yeah, I know the title has a swear word in it. (sorry dad)

As I have written about in the past, I have depression.  I've had it for as long as I can remember.  I've dealt with it.  I deal with it.  I most likely will continue to deal with it.

I write about it because it helps.

Lately I feel like I am going to just lose my shit and explode.

So much flies at me that it is like extreme dodge ball but not with balls.  I want to say almost like the old fashioned pointy jarts.  If you don't know what those are, go ahead and google it, I'll wait.

It is almost 3:30 in the morning and I obviously am not sleeping.  I am supposed to get up to go to work in about two hours.  That won't be happening.  I am going to take a personal day to try to get my shit together.

When I say that I am about to lose my shit, I mean that I have so much on my mind that if one more thing comes at me, I think I may just about run around the apartment screaming "uncle".

Some stuff is good, like my job and about a deal I have in the works about a bigger place to live.  Some stuff is bad, like my older kid having health issues and my weekly dental visits.

Then I can add in the fact that I am extremely upset with my step father and never mention it to anyone because I am not sure how to even explain how I feel or how anyone would take my feelings.  I am afraid to even mention it to him since he called me a few days ago (it had been about 6 months before that) and he had me on speaker phone with his "girlfriend".  It just makes me so uncomfortable and angry.

Whatever....

I also feel like the walls of this apartment are closing in on me.  I can't seem to breathe.  I look around and feel pathetic.  I hate the neighbors and I don't even know them.  The parking lot pisses me off every time I trip on the broken asphalt.  The hallway stinks of cigarettes and old dogs.  My doorbell is broken and the fridge makes this horrible clunking noise. The landlord fails to address any of the issues.

I miss my mom.

My daughter is being confirmed next month and the ex wants to do a party.  I am not to sure how to feel.  We always have got along well but his family is another story.  The thought of facing my two ex-sisters in law from hell gives me anxiety.  I'll will do it and be nice because that's who I am and I will never ever let on that they just wig me out.

Sometimes I wish I had a girlfriend to have wine with so I can talk to someone.  I often wish my long time friends weren't so far away.  I miss them terribly.

So, here I am typing away.  I have a weird form of ADD too so I flip back and forth between tabs.  I have puppies on one, sofas on another and google images on a third.  

I tried to read my book a little but the mind is strong tonight and just wants to keep churning.

What's a Vacation?

It seems like forever since I have had some sort of significant vacation.

I don't think I have ever had one where I completely unwound from life's little stresses.

It may very well be a long long time before I even get a vacation.

Things just have been building up and they never ever really get resolved or any sort of relief.

I love my job but it does have its stressful moments.  I often consider taking my "damn it" doll with me in the morning.  It is this cloth doll that is ugly and you are supposed to choke it or hit someone with it when you are irritated.  Someday Damn It will have his very own blog entry.

I love my kids but as anyone knows, who has kids, that they can be little bundles of stress themselves.  Just today my daughter comes home from Ash Wednesday services with her dad just ranting and yelling about how she is never going to church again....ever.  She lit into me because I was trying to make an Oreo Torte and I have no idea why that had any connection with church, but um....ok.

Seriously....its an Oreo Torte.  Back off, crab ass. 

I love my guinea pigs but the new pig is a total shit head.  He is young and doesn't understand the house rules yet.  The new pig is still trying to make himself known and chatters a lot and runs around the pen, making a racket.  The older pig has about enough of the new pig.  I think I even saw him eyeball my damn it doll to whack the noobie.

I don't love where I live but hey, its a roof over my head and the rent is cheap.  But the damn neighbors are pissing me off.  The downstairs asshole screamed and swore at me for parking in "his" space.  Um....we don't have assigned spaces. The neighbors next door play this funny game called "Let's See Who Can Yell the Loudest".  If they keep it up, they will learn that the winner will be me.

Oh and I can't forget about my daily dose of pain with my teeth.  I need to have oral surgery to have four removed, prepped for implants, and some serious fixing done.  This doesn't come cheap even with insurance.  To get started, I need to have $1500 up front.  So this means that I have to wait to have any sort of relief from the pain.  My diet consists of ibuprofen,Tylenol, Vicodin, penicillin, mashed potatoes, pudding and occasional cottage cheese.

I think I just need a break.

Oy!

If Life Throws you Lemons, Pick Up More Vodka

Ha!

I love that line....the one I used for the title.

Life has been quite interesting lately.  Lots of changes all at once.

I maybe should have mentioned that I hate change.  Especially negative change, change that is stressful and ugly.

Oh well.

I moved and changed jobs again.  This is because it just happened, it wasn't my choice.

Good thing I can adapt.

I don't mind downsizing so much since it means that someone else cuts the grass and blows the snow.  I don't mind the new job because I like what I do.  I like working with actual customers and am appreciated for the work I do.

Being happy isn't about the size of your house nor is it the amount of money you make.  Being happy is about being content and stress free. 

I am slowly figuring this out.

Everything eventually becomes ok.