I carry around a lot of hurt with me. I tend to hide it but it's there.
It feels like a big old bowling ball on top of my chest.
I guess I've been through a lot in the last year or so.
My break-up still affects me. I carry around that hurt and can't seem to quite let it go. I can't put my finger on what triggers it. I am afraid to meet men or date anyone. It isn't because I am afraid that they will pull the same crap on me. I think his words "I just don't love you" hang on to tight. I can't seem to shake that "unlovable" feeling. It is that image in the mirror that stares back at me, that unlovable person that I see.
I need to work on that.
When we first learned that mom was sick, I understood how bad it was from the beginning. The doctor said that there was a mass on her lung and that it didn't look good, I didn't need more tests to understand that she wasn't going to get better. Five months later she was gone. I haven't really cried or grieved her death. I don't understand why I haven't done it. I can't make myself do it either. It doesn't work that way.
I do miss her though. I miss not having her to talk to. I can't believe I miss having her tell me what to do. Big things have happened for me and she just isn't here to tell. Telling other people isn't the same either. I don't know if it just because I am the oldest child and she talked to me more. (I don't know what kinds of relationships she had with my brother and sister.)
I just know I miss her.
In between the break-up and my mom's passing I had something happen with my former employer. It seemed pretty shitty to me. I tried holding myself together during the tough times and I tried not to be a horrible employee but when a co-worker does something shitty behind your back while you are going through something shitty, everything just becomes shitty. And then HR gets involved.....I am still a little angry about it.
I did something about it and I now work some where else. :-)
I still don't know how to deal with the bowling ball of hurt. I keep wondering when I will be happy again. I wonder when that switch will flip on.
Some of you may or may not know that I am totally in love with a little guinea pig named Dog.
Dog has a little friend who is quite new to our family named Oscar. I love Oscar too.
but this is a post about Dog.
Dog is my our (but mostly mine) first guinea pig. He is quite spoiled and well cared for. He has issues with his skin and such that make him quite a little handful at times but his personality and ability to comfort in times of sorrow. He snuggles and gives kisses. He talks to you when he wants something. He isn't afraid to try new things to eat.
I have done all sorts of reading on how to best care for these little guys; no pine bedding, clip their nails, give them floor time, buddies are best, boar cleaning (google it, it's gross), what to feed them, what not to feed them, how to take them outside, how to make them talk to you, how to get them to trust you...
You get the picture.
Well, tonight the recliner almost took our little Dog away.
My daughter was sitting in it and leaned back and I heard (she heard too) a high pitch scream from under the chair.
All of my blood rushed to my feet.
I looked around and saw Oscar but where was Dog?
OH. MY. GOD.
Dog was under the recliner. He was the pig who screamed.
He was dead...I just knew it.....
Kate moved as quick as anyone could and I tipped the recliner forward, fearful of what I might find.
Dog scurried from under the chair and went behind the coffee table. I was relieved to see that he could walk and he was breathing.
Once caught, I gave him the once over. Then I gave him the twice over. I checked a third time just to make sure that all of his parts were where they were supposed to be and not broken.
I then cried.
Heaven help me the day these little loves get to be too old and pass over the Rainbow Bridge.
I love these little fuzzbutts.
A vision board is something that my counselor suggested that I do to realize my goals and desires. It is basically to keep me from losing sight of what it is that I want in my life that will make me happy.
I put up a big bulletin board in my kitchen and tacked on pictures of houses, gardens, puppies and kittens and a trip to Niagara Falls. (shut up...I really want to see a big ass waterfall.)
I want my own house so I can create my own flower gardens. I want to have a dog and a cat. (I already have two guinea pigs.)
Ok, so now that I explained that....
I put an ad in the paper. I am looking for a house to rent to own or land contract. It was a small little ad with only 12 words and my phone number. I didn't think any one would call.
then...my phone rang....
A gentleman said that he bought a farmhouse on foreclosure and is in the middle of fixing it up. It has four bedrooms, two baths, a new furnace, water heater and ac unit. It sits on 6 acres of land with a barn and pond. He is willing to do a rent to own or land contract on the place. Would I be interested in seeing it?
Holy shit!
So, yeah...I looked at it. It is perfect. It would not cost any more than the rent I pay now. It would be bigger and quieter (I hate my current neighbors). I would be able to have flowers and animals.
Then I came home to my vision board.
I could have cried. I could have a house with gardens and have a dog and a cat and ducks too.
But then the fear set in....
FEAR!!!!
WTF?
I have heard life coaches talk about fear. Fear of change. Fear of failure. Fear of this and that....
Fear of what keeps us from realizing our dreams and goals.
So all day I have been listening to my inner voices try to reason with the fear. I keep hearing my mom "Jesus Christ, who is going to plow the snow or mow that yard?" "How are you going to deal with the water heater blowing up?" Mom was always quick to point out the negatives. She still does even though she is no longer here and it drives me bat shit crazy. I keep asking myself if I can do this.
I want to do this. I need to do this. I need to get past that fear and just say screw it, it ain't going to kill me.
At least I hope it won't.
:-S
My mom passed away two months ago today.
I don't write about it much or how I feel about it because once I do, I can't stop crying. (like now)
It has been a hard two months without her to talk to. I can't just call her up because I feel like it. I can't tell her how I like my new job or that I am thinking about buying a house. I can't tell her that I finally but my hair off. I can't tell her that she has a new grandpiggy.
It upsets me.
Lung cancer took her.
I get angry over that too. She could have stopped smoking. She could have taken better care of herself.
She won't be there for her grandkids' graduations or weddings.
This weekend we have to go through her things. That upsets me too. It feels like I am picking off a scab of a deep wound.
Ugh...
People say that she is around and can see what's going on but it isn't the same.
She isn't suffering anymore but those of us left behind are.
I've reread some of my old blog entries. I pulled several off of my blog and tucked them away in a safe place. I was told once that they made certain people uncomfortable.
Well, hell, ,depression IS uncomfortable. It is an icky, awful, mood altering, horrible, alone kind of feeling. You feel it envelope you like a greasy skin weighing you down so much so you feel like you will never ever stand up again. You lie when you are asked if you are ok. You fake a smile or a laugh when inside you are crumbling. You feel unlovable, broken in some way. You think that everyone who sees you, sees your ugly side.
Doctors can give you pills, therapists can give you advice, but it still lurks and awaits your weak moment and then.....
BLAM!
it hits you.
So yeah, it is uncomfortable.
duh...
I was told once (during my ickiest feelings) that someone came across my blog and was made to feel uncomfortable by some of my writing. I was upset and pulled them all. I probably shouldn't have. I don't mind sharing my feelings and thoughts. I am sure that there are hundreds if not thousands out here just like me.
So I was thinking about that moment where I was told about making someone uncomfortable. Then I went to my blog stash and reread my feelings and thoughts that I wrote at the moment of feeling them. I also remember how it felt to write it down and do a mind dump. It can be therapeutic. It can also let someone else know that they aren't alone in this feeling.
So if you just read all of this and feel uncomfortable.....
just imagine how I feel.
He comes into my dreams, uninvited.
Sometimes I find myself yelling at him. Sometimes I am crying. Sometimes we are back to where we were before everything turned wrong. Sometimes he is just there.
He haunts me still.
A year after.
He still has control and I cannot make him leave.
He is sleeping with my friends. He is telling me that he doesn't love me, over and over again.
How does this happen?
How does he still exist in my mind when he chose to leave a year ago? How does he continue to torment me? How does he manage to turn my thoughts into him? How does he control me from within?
I cannot control my dreams and maybe he knows this.
Perhaps my pain still lingers.
Unending.
I've been in Ninja Insurance Warrior Boot Camp for most of the week. I am training to be a Ninja Insurance Warrior. I need to complete this in order to get my super ability to indemnify people.
I am dead serious.
I have actually written several blog entries but haven't been able to post them. I wrote mostly about my feelings about my mom's death. It has been incredibly hard to write about since my emotions are all over the board and my writing reflect it.
I talked with my step dad tonight and he said that he has been yelling at my mom for leaving him. I can relate. I have wanted to yell many times at her. She left us too soon and she is mostly to blame for being stubborn and careless with her health. It makes me angry that she isn't around any more and will miss out on so many things.
Yeah, I know you might be thinking that she will be around anyway but to us living people it isn't the same as having her participate without popping up in a ghostly fashion.
Back to my training.
A couple of months ago I decided to make some changes. I needed to leave the profession I was in. I wasn't satisfied and I wasn't too happy about co-workers causing drama. I was stressed about mom being sick. Something had to give, so I left my job and took one at an insurance agency. I will be a licensed professional.
I went from working in a highly corporate (world headquarters) environment in which I had to watch what I said and did to working in a very relaxed environment with two people. It has been pretty darn cool and my stress level is way down. My stress cough is pretty much gone.
yay!
I knew I wasn't happy so I did something about it.
Even though change completely terrifies me, I did it.
yay again!
Courage comes from within.
