I thought all week about what kind of blog I wanted to write today. I watch the news and see all the posts, some frightening and some uplifting. I watch these clips of people doing the right thing but then I look outside my window. I hear stories about how the Lowe’s down the street was packed over the weekend or how the public park within walking distance of my house had cars swarming the parking lot looking for space. I’m not going to lie or sugar coat this. It pisses me off. I’m doing my part. Why can’t my neighbors? I wanted to go to my favorite coffee shop today to get a latte. I battled this all last night and this morning but I asked myself a very important question? Is it essential? No, my husband bought me beans last week. I have creamer and sugar and cinnamon and everything that I need to make my own coffee. So rather than risk my own health or other people’s I took my shoes off and told myself to sit the fudge down. While I want to support them and enjoy that delicious liquid heaven, it was not essential. I don’t want to write a blog that scolds grown, adults. I just wish people would act like them. This, what is happening right now, can get much worse and it will if we continue to not take this seriously.
I have friends who are nurses, who are putting their own safety at risk so you can go to Lowe’s and pick up the thing that you don’t need. I see on my feeds of the bruises left on their faces, the corners they sleep in when they can find a second, the moments they are not with their families to help us make it through all of this. And then you see a man who is supposed to be leading this country telling people to go outside, that this will all be over by Easter, that money is more important than human lives. What we have to do save each other, to help take the burden off the doctors, the nurses, the EMTs is to simply stay at home. We don’t have to sacrifice our homes or food like our elders did to save the world. We don’t have to hide in attics or watch our families be stripped from us. All we have to do is sit on our cushy sofas with our delivered food and our Netflix and not leave our houses. I know we want to go to parks. The kids need fresh air. They are driving you crazy. I get it. The thing was when I was a kid, I went and played in my backyard. Outside is outside. There’s plenty of fresh air on your doorstep. I hope I don’t have to be one of the ones doctors have to worry about. And I hope if it comes down to them having to choose who gets a ventilator, the person they are saving has done their part to help them.
I have watched all of this go down, the way we’ve handled it. Moments I have been proud and other times I just shake my head. I don’t work in the restaurant industry anymore but it will always be a part of me. So, I watched all these places start to close their doors. I talked to my daughter on the phone and listened to her worry when her work closed their doors. People are losing their jobs and it’s the people we take for granted every day. It’s the cashier ringing up your groceries and the people stocking your shelves. It’s the Pharmacist putting your pills together. It’s the people at the gas stations, the people delivering your food, the janitors cleaning public areas, the kid at McDonald’s handing you that Big Mac. It is the bartender who listened to your stories and the servers who made you feel at home who were the first to feel the brunt of this. It is all these people who are out there making sure your family has food and is comfortable even if it means their health is at risk. And we can’t sit down for them? These are the people who get paid less than minimum wage, who so many don’t think they deserve $15 an hour. These are the people that have to work multiple jobs to support their families, who probably don’t have health insurance, who can’t stop working or their world falls apart. And again we can’t just stay home? Get your take out and order your delivery and get your groceries but for the love of all of us be sure you say thank you. Thank you every single time.
Someone thought I was being too rough when I said something about parks. Their reasoning was the walkway was wide enough to keep the required distance. Sure but is it really worth the risk when our cases keep jumping by 100 every night? Is that walk going to be worth one of the elderly in the hospital? Or that nurse who commits suicide because they are overwhelmed? Ok, yeah, I’m being melodramatic but get the point because this is serious. The more we do to help today, the better this will be for us all tomorrow. With that being said, I hope we learn some valuable lessons after all this. I hope we learn to appreciate our doctors and nurses. These are the heroes of all of this and by us ignoring the stay at home order, it feels as if we are mocking them. That’s not cool. I hope we come out of this with a new understanding that all these jobs that we thought were below us are the ones that kept us on our feet and we start paying them a more than decent wage. A wage that allows a single parent to be able to provide for their family with only one job. I hope that this world understands how important healthcare for all is. And not healthcare that is too expensive for us to afford but healthcare that is a right and for everyone. The system is broke. Maybe we can figure out a way to fix it in a way that it’s just not the lucky one who win.
I know I said a lot of stuff in this blog that gives off the feeling that I don’t believe in us. Just know that I do but what I see is a lot of bad choices being made. More often than not I see people post about people not staying home and that should say something. For all the great things we are, we have a hard time following such a simple rule. We are not in the trenches. Bombs are not going on over our heads. There are not people coming after us to take us away. There is simply a virus out there. All we have to do is stay at home. When you go out to pick up your groceries, look at that person behind the counter. Stay home for them. When you open the door to the delivery person dropping off your food, do it for them. When you hear a siren in your neighborhood, stay home for them. We will get back to life. It may be different after this but we will all be able to sit together again. The only way to do that right now is to sit apart.
I haven't written a blog in a minute for several reasons. I feel like lately it's been a lot of the same thing, giving people an impression that I am incapable of dealing with life when it is far opposite of that. I am my best when I feel like I am down for the count. It's for a thousand different reasons that is true and none of them will matter to anyone else but me. So, I'm not going to write about my anxiety or my depression. I no longer want to share that journey for reasons that I would prefer to keep to myself. However, I do want to share what I can because I also don't want to lose the parts of me that have worked hard to be transparent. With the current circumstances in this world, I want to fill it with more joy than sorrow, more inspiration than reasons to give up. We've already seen how selfish people can be. I don't want to be a part of that story. I want to be a part of the story that helps instead.
I didn't go out to get coffee today though I love that part of my week where I sit with myself at a coffee shop and check in. I decided to stay home, with these cats, to not risk me getting someone sick, to not risk me getting sick. Let's be honest. It's kind of a crap shoot on who is carrying it right now. I want to be honest here. I do think there has been a bit of hysteria whispered into our ears. But before you go persecuting me for that statement, please let me explain. We have been here before and we will be here again. This is a world of so many people who live, love, play so closely with each other because we need each other. Even the people in this world who are terrified of humanity, we need each other. And now that everyone has direct access to all sorts of media, the word spread quickly and I get it. I get why people are scared and worried and terrified for their loved ones who are especially susceptible to this. We should all be worried but this information sharing caused people to hoard toilet paper, to take it all for themselves and not allow everyone to have some. It is a sight I have never seen before, truly. I've seen snow storms where all the bread and milk are gone. I've seen the affects of hurricanes where all the ice and water are gone. But none of these tragedies has toilet paper been a thing. My husband and I have a roll and a half plus a four pack of the real shitty kind. We'll be all right, slightly uncomfortable when we start using the one ply, but all right just the same. I know people will read this and accuse of me not taking this seriously. I can't change what you take from this but I am still doing everything I can to be a part of the solution just the same. We can be scared and still use common sense.
And that's the thing. We can take care of ourselves, our families, and each other, too. When I spoke to my daughter who lives in another state, I assured her that me and her father were all right as we are in a state with a higher case count currently. We traveled last week and I assured her that we were fine because we are, because there is no reason to believe otherwise. She needs to stay focused on her own safety, the safety of those around her and that's my priority. We don't have to go out and buy toilet paper to last us the next 6 months. And if you do, throw a roll or two to people who have weaker immune systems than you, to people who have a hard time leaving the house anyway. It's not just a virus that keeps people from leaving their homes. I hope that if anything this whole thing causes us to be better to each other, to be kinder, and more thoughtful. I hope that it encourages to be less selfish, more understanding, and just more aware of everyone around us. For the next few weeks, people are going to struggle. You may be one of them. I may be one of them. Either way, let's just give each other a break right now.
The best thing we can for each other right now is just help the best way we know. If you know a neighbor no matter the age, help them. It doesn't have to be rocket science to be decent people to the other. If you want to bring a smile to someone, play your guitar on your patio. If you want to help a local restaurant, buy a gift card. Or, if you go out to the restaurant, tip them more than usual. We may be quarantined in our homes right now but there is still so much positive we can offer each other. I know having your kids home will drive most mad but hug them because soon life will go back to normal and off your kids will grow. This time right now was maybe the universe giving us a wake up call. Take better care of each other because time is precious. At the end of the day, we can have all of these things but one tiny bat can take it all away. I know that these words will give little solace to the people who have and will lose a loved one. To them, my heart goes out. And you never know (and not to be morbid) but this may take me out, too. If it can infect Tom Hanks, we're all fair game. But what I hope this can do is help people think about how to take this kindness that we are showing each other now and pay it forward after the dust has settled. Life will go on. Life always goes on. Let's make it better than what it was before for all of us.
I’m honest when I’m angry. I get it. It sounds bazaar but the more people say certain things to me, the angrier I get, the more I understand that I need to move onto the next. I’ve heard this statement way too much in the last few months, “Maybe you should get on medication.” I know it comes from a good place. I get it but it annoys the piss out of me if I’m being perfectly frank. And, yeah, it makes me angry. I am in full support of medication if you need a helping hand. I understand how it works. I appreciated the assistance the ten years I was on it. At that time during my life, I needed help, the edge to be taken off. I went through something horrific and it messed me up. Then, I had a kid and she was too important to not get the help. And to defend that statement, I am important as well but I didn’t have the strength to do the work on myself and be a good mother to her. So, I chose her. I could wait.
I don’t want these words to be misconstrued in any way. I am pro medication when it is right but I feel that, for me, it cannot be the first thing I go to when my anxiety gets out of hand or the depression wants to take over. I went on Zoloft when my daughter was a baby because of something that happened when I was 18 years old, because I was raising a kid on my own, because I didn’t have my shit together. I went on Zoloft because I was at my wit’s end with the demons that I carried. I was on it for ten years with a bottle of Xanax as a back up if my head got too crazy. And then my life changed. I had a husband, a life partner, this man who became my best friend who was there with me, standing next to me. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could breathe. I wasn’t terrified I was going to lose everything if I closed my eyes. So, I started to learn how to breathe to make myself feel less anxious. I let myself smile again without tricking myself into some falsehood. I started doing the work because I wasn’t on my own anymore. I stopped taking Zoloft and it was a hell of a journey to get off it but you know what? I did it. The demons of that night when I was 18 years old, the immense amount of pressure of being this kid’s mother, this enormous weight that I carried on my shoulders started to feel like I could handle my life. I was confident and bright and light. Sure, I still battled my anxiety and depression but I knew how to control them. I knew that I was going to be all right. It wasn’t a pill that fixed me. It was me. I did that.
My daughter is grown now. She’s living her own life 6 states away. She doesn’t need to be the reason I exist anymore especially when I want to do more than exist. I have the time to do the work on myself, to sit down with these demons and kick them out once and for all. I can sit with my fear, understand that it only has as much power as I give it. It’s not fun and it’s been hard but I’m doing it. Because you know what? If I fail, I get angry and I get right back up because it’s what I do. And part of having a clear head of the issue is understanding where a lot of this has stemmed from. With that understanding, I am clear about what direction I must take. I am fighting for me for the first time in my life, not for my kid or my husband or anyone else. I am fighting for me and for the life I know I can have. I don’t need to put myself on medication to function because I want more in this life than that. I’ve just functioned most of my life. It’s time to get rid of the demons, not stick them in a closet for later on. Demons eventually find their way out. My answer is not to camouflage them. It’s to set them free. My answer is me, to stand up on my own two feet because it’s what I do. Sometimes it just takes a little extra strength to get back up. For me, doing this on my terms is the only way I know how to do it. I am not fooled to believe that it will all magically go away but I do believe that if I change my life in a positive way, I’m giving myself a fighting chance to find me again. I understand my triggers and I am clear on what I need to do. My answer isn’t a pill. It’s giving myself a chance to succeed my way.
**This by no means that medication should be used responsibly for those who need it. Please talk to your doctor if you need help to find the best plan for you. And if you need help, please reach out! You are not alone.
It’s been an eye-opening couple of weeks. It all started because of a panic attack and a fight with my husband over something that wasn’t really a big deal. At the time, it felt like my world was spinning. It was a spiral that I could not control because for weeks this spiral was building up and I allowed it to. For the last two years, it’s been building and I allowed it to. I have pushed myself very hard my entire life because I had people who depended on me, had a drive that wouldn’t allow me to stop. I swallowed my doubts knowing that eventually, I would be sick by them. I ignored this darkness inside of myself knowing that it would eventually drown me. So, when this insignificant fight happened, my flood gates opened and every small thing joined together and sent me spinning. So as I stood there in front of my husband with that look on his face, I guess I woke up. I am miserable most of the time because of these thoughts that occupy my head right now. I am miserable because I am surrounded by a storm of negative most of my days but it’s time to send these storms away.
I was talking to a friend last week about all of this and I realized that I am to blame as much as some other things because of what I have allowed. I let people in and people more often than not disappoint me but I allowed that to happen, too. I took a direction that I thought would be putting me on the right trajectory but the thing is I knew the first week, I took the wrong fork. And still, I stayed on this road, convincing myself that it would take me to where I need to go. Ironically enough it has but not in the way I thought it would. I feel like I’ve been stripped down and I’m standing in this storm completely naked. These things keep hitting me, giving more fuel to the thoughts that I was able to quiet before. Now they build and I allowed them to do that because I was tired of fighting, because no one was looking… but the thing is I was looking and I gave up anyway.
In the last few weeks, my sky has been clearing, slowly I feel like I’m putting the rocks under my feet back where they belong. I realized that I’m on the wrong path and have been for a while. I’m stubborn and I know part of the reason I kept walking was that I did not want to admit it was a failure. I have failed so many times. I was just tired of make shifting myself. So I said to myself there is no victory in being miserable, in feeling like this heaviness will constantly hang over your head so why? Why take another step? I said it’s time to redirect and move on. So, I stepped up and spoke about things that were bothering me. I made clear my position about how things will not work if they stay the same. And you know what? A few days later I was pretty sure that while I was heard by one pair of ears, I was not by others. I didn’t get upset. I realized this path was a dead end. I could’ve fallen apart like I did that day with my husband but that face was so clear in my head at that moment. It was very clear to me it was time to stand, to let go, and to pick myself up and get out of this storm.
The nice part about being a mess is that you can recreate yourself again. You can take all the things that failed you and throw them out. You can take the things that make you beautiful, the fun quirks, the sweetness of your emotions, the love in your kindness and make them you again. We don’t really lose ourselves. We just can’t be who we are sometimes. In this world where there are so many things to bring you down, to live up to it’s just not easy to be the best you every day. I did things this week that will help me go to where I need to go, where I want to go. Honestly, I’ve been trying to knock down walls but these aren’t the walls that are worth my energy and my head have just been bloodied by these attempts. This mess that I have become isn’t me. It was never me. I was so tired I just forgot where I put me. I don’t have to entertain things in my life that are going to make me miserable. None of us do. We just have to find the courage to change directions. So, I’m going to change paths. I’m going to find the path for me that works. I owe it to myself to at least take a swing, right?
I wrote a poem a long time ago about a bucket. I was having a pretty hard time and felt like I had broken into a million pieces. I felt like I was just spending my life picking up the pieces, all these tiny pieces of me. So I did. I picked them all up and carried them around. Some I put back together but most I realized I gave away because I thought to give them to the world was what I was supposed to do to make a better person. So, I gave and I struggled and I thought I was doing all right. I took stock of my bucket this week and realized that it was empty because somehow I have managed to give away everything I was and now I’m just spent. My husband and I don’t fight very often. We seem to have a healthy understanding of each other, how we work, what ticks the other off, and how to avoid such things. There is an immense amount of love and respect between us. When I can only give 20 percent, he gives 80 and vice versa. It is just how we work. I’ve been running on fumes lately and he feels it. So, this weekend when something happened that I should have just been able to deal with and I crumbled, his frustration came out. I wasn’t mad at him. I got it. I understood it. I was just as irritated with myself.
So, I went and had coffee with myself today. I’m getting back to my journal, to getting back to the girl in the corner who seemed to be able to figure stuff out. She may have preferred to hide from the world but she was certainly capable of taking care of herself. I thought about this fight we had this weekend, how horrible it made me feel, how tired I am of this battle within myself, and I realized my bucket was empty. Sure, I got rid of some stuff over the years that were harmful to me but I also managed to give away the things that made me strong. One of these things is my confidence and I’m not sure at what point I let that go. I have always been hesitant with certain parts of life, sure. I’ve never backed away as I have recently though. I go back to these moments of my life, picking apart the lessons that I learned, rearranging them to figure out how I came to my conclusions. I really believe that I gave these things away because the more I gave to people, the more people seemed to come to me. I made a mistake though because I gave too much away. And, now, when I look around when I need a hand, there’s nobody here. So, that morning when my husband looked at me, the way he looked at me, made me realize how fragile I had become and it’s just not me. I look in my bucket and understand I have to start over, to take back these things of myself I gave away and to stop giving my power to these things that don’t deserve it.
I would love to say that I’m going to wake up tomorrow morning and have my shit together but this is a marathon, not a sprint. I try to figure out why I started down this downhill slide but there’s no real reason. I think that over the last two years, I’ve had so many things change. While I’m good with change, I need a minute to digest. I can say it’s because of the hard times I was having with my kid or that she has grown up and moved on. I can say that it’s because the role of my husband and I changed where he is the breadwinner now and I’m in the backseat. I can say that it’s my job, the lack of reward there, the dull routine of it, the feeling that I’m 40 and feel like I’m still fighting the same demons I was when I was 20. While all of these things contribute, none of them are to blame. I don’t think I ever really gave myself a chance. I dived headfirst into not dealing, into berrading myself with do-betters and faking you-got-this mantras that I stunted myself. Now, here I am, with an empty bucket and an empty tank and no idea how to cut myself a break. Staring at this woman in the mirror, telling her to get her shit together. I am tired of being tired.
I realize that I am standing on a cliff right now. I understand that I need to make a choice to leap or to step back. I let my house fall apart, allowed myself to run dry, and gave my power away because it was exhausting trying to hold onto it. I know my blogs seem to have the same theme lately but I am just trying to find my pieces again, to put them back together so I can get back to me because I’m here. I just misplaced her for a minute. I didn’t like the way my husband looked at me, didn’t like the taste of the tears that ran down my cheek but maybe it was what I needed to wake up. I am a person who has a shit ton of anxieties, a person who is burdened by an immense amount of sadness, who lives in a world where I feel every single emotion that it throws at me and it’s a tiring cross to bear. I find people to be taxing and exhausting and bothersome. I prefer to keep you at a distance but here I sit, writing these words, parts of me all over this screen. Because inside I am also an incredibly kind, loving person who would love to let you in, who wants to help and to listen and to love. The thing is I don’t know how to do that without giving you too much. I look into this hypothetical empty bucket that I carry around and understand that I need to pick up my pieces again. This time, though, they need to be the right ones. And, once I have filled my bucket again, then I will get back to me.
My friend asked me the other day what I wanted to do. I was working and I’ll be honest I’m in this weird place right now where I can’t quite pinpoint my direction. I mean I know what I wanted to do but being an adult with responsibilities doesn’t quite allow me to just do what I want to do. If I didn’t have such a drive, who knows? Maybe I would be that person who could just do whatever I wanted. I’m not though. I’ve never been because I don’t know how to how to balance life and myself very well. It’s you or me and, more often than not, I’ll do you before I even think about me but here’s the thing. The older I seem to get, I’m starting to understand how little pay off there has been to how giving my life has been and now I’m stuck. I’m stuck in this quicksand and some days it feels like too much to pull myself out. The question “what’s the point?” rings too often and far too loudly these days. I drive myself bananas. I like to control but I hate plans. I love routine but I hate how bored it makes me feel. I really hate being bored. There, my friends lie at the root of some of my current issues. And because of this boredom, my over-analyzing brain has decided to clean out some closets.
I think in my younger years I purposely overdid stuff, put too much on my plate because I didn’t like feeling stagnant. I hated that feeling of not having enough to do. And if I did stop for a second, well then, I was going to have to deal with things I’d rather not. So I raised this kid and I worked so very hard at whatever job I was working and I said, “Hey, world, I’m a go-getter.” Then I met this beautiful human being of a man who was the first person to ever make me feel like it was OK to not be everything all the time. He made me feel like it was fine to sit down for a minute, to not work myself to the bone, to not do so much for everyone and to learn how to breathe. So, I did. I sat down and it felt great. My body thanked me. My brain, though, sat down at the kitchen table and, like Sonny, took out its box of tools. And now? Now I’m having coffee with old ghosts that I put away a long time ago because, in my younger years, I was not strong enough to deal with. Am I now? I don’t know but I do know that I’m tired of carrying them around. My life is more than half over, that is the reality. I’m not being morbid. I’m being realistic and it’s fine. I’m not afraid of my time but I am afraid of living the rest of my life in the cage that I created.
So what do I do? How do I get to the place where I can just do what I want without sacrificing other parts of my life? I don’t know. I sit down in my newly created studio and I honestly want to scream because I don’t have the answers. I got very angry at a Bare Naked Ladies song this morning. Go ahead and laugh at that sentence. I got nothing but love for those Canadians! So, for me to get mad at this song, made me laugh. It was this dumb song about how you never had to work a day in retail or mow lawns or do a job you hate. I was like, “Bullshit, BNL!” Because I’m sorry unless you’re extremely lucky or born into a life of leisure, you can’t just sing songs about pre-wrapped sausages (but listen I love you, guys!). While I love the sentiment of the song and maybe found it humorous when I was younger, the very exhausted adult in me did not appreciate this message. And that’s the thing. It’s not that I’m just bored, I’m so very tired. I am so tired of putting my energies in things that just don’t matter. I’m tired of being triggered by things that have no real meaning. I’m so over this world that just feels so sad and lost and unsure of itself. I have worked retail and in restaurants and low-level jobs that break your spirit and I’m crispy, guys. Until I figure out what the hell I’m doing, it’s not going to get much better.
About an hour after the BNL song made me so mad, George Harrison came on in my playlist. It’s a song I’ve never heard before. I like him but you know not the first artist I go for. There was a line in this song that I thought was fitting for my current state of mind, “And if you don’t know where you’re going. Any road will take you there.” I thought, all right, let’s just go. Let’s just pick a road and see where it goes because I’ve lost any sense of direction at this point. I like to know what kind of people I am dealing with but you know what? At the end of the day, I’m over dealing with people. I can’t balance you and me. I will always choose you so I’m going to take you out of the equation for the moment and I’m just going to do me. In the last two years, I think it’s been about me giving myself permission to go back to that corner where I used to sit and say, OK me, let’s do this. Let’s clean out those closets, these dark corners where hid and let’s stop blaming ourselves for things, for all these things. Let’s set these ghosts free one by one and eventually we’ll get down to me. I’m tired but I’m trying. What do I want to do? I want to do whatever I want. While I don’t know exactly what that means right now, I do know that change is imminent. Whatever road I take, it will get me there.
It’s been a hot minute since I have had time to sit down and do a blog. This holiday season was bananas and not really in a good way. For the last two years, Christmas has not been a good time. While we were in a better place this year and I enjoyed the time with my husband, the other part of my life was hard. I honestly don’t know what happened this year. I mean people are nuts when the holidays come around anyway but it just seemed everybody got ticked off as soon as the turkey was cut. I am not exaggerating that I dealt with some truly miserable situations and it left a bad taste in my mouth for Christmas moving forward. I have a hard time dealing with humans but, man oh man, I was tested. So, obviously, my desire to interact with the world even on this level was pretty low. The holidays are over and I am back because this dream isn’t going to fly itself. My desire to just do this as a living grows by the day. No, that’s not right. My need to work for myself by myself becomes more of a necessity as the days go by. I’m not going through a mid-life crisis. I am just finally waking up and understanding that I need to make some changes for my own mental health.
I did not make any resolutions. I don’t believe in them. They are just a new way to put extra pressure on ourselves, another thing we fail at. Let’s be honest. Anything we really want is not instant anymore. I want to lose weight. January 1st doesn’t mean I will. I want to be a professional artist/ writer who does this for a living but I didn’t wake up New Year’s Day and it was here. No, I was the same grumpy, depressed, ridiculous person I was the night before because this life takes work. I’m going to fail a few more times until I don’t and it’s going to piss me off. I will sit down and eat a whole bag of chips even though I know I shouldn’t. I’m going to stare at the white and angrily draw squiggles when inspiration doesn’t hit. I may, in fact, do both of these things all year and it’s all right. Nothing is easy and this world doesn’t owe me anything. I know I’m the type to struggle. My life has taught me nothing if not that. I was never the girl that life just worked out for. Sure, it made me a pretty angry person for a long time. It was hard seeing the person next to me who did nothing win that lottery over and over again but I am tired of looking at them. I am tired of comparing myself and beating myself up over all these things I am not. Someday I will be more.
I have not been at the top of my game lately. There’s been a lot of negative thoughts swirling inside of me. And god knows I try to squash them but I’m on a struggle bus. It was another reason I didn’t want to set myself up with all these false things I was going to start doing. I know me well enough that the pressure I put on myself is ten thousand what you put on me. I just have to let myself be for a minute. I realized that I get angry so easily these days at everything around me and it is exhausting. When I sit down, I realize that maybe I need to shut the world out for a little while, to tuck myself in a corner and allow myself some time to reset, to reboot, to not allow things in. It’s been hard trying to figure out what I’m supposed to feel I guess. I was a hard-ass for so long. You couldn’t get me to flinch at you. And, then I didn’t have to be so hard anymore and I let the world in, people. I let people in and you know what? I was let down and I got hurt and now what? I find myself retreating once again, a form of self-protection that I thought I wouldn’t use again but I’m giving myself permission to step back. Because this year, while I do not have any resolutions, I am giving myself permission to heal, to grow, to let go, and to move on.
We all heal in our own ways. Some people need other people. Some people need to be alone. I realize in order for me to heal the way I need to, I need to do this on my own. I need to work through the feelings, the sadness, the anger the way I’ve always worked through these feelings. I don’t want to talk about it unless you are going to hear me but so often words fall onto deaf ears. Not because they don’t care but because they don’t understand and it’s not their fault. It’s not your fault. It is what it is. Here’s the thing. I want to work through this, to feel this, to understand it so when life becomes too much again (because it will), I know how to move beyond it. I’m full of a thousand insecurities, bloated with anxieties that I’ve picked up along my life, and I will always carry this bucket of sadness with me. I understand that. I own that. Those are the things that inspire how I write, the way I draw, the way I see this life. Without my chaos, there is none of my joy. I am not broken. I’m just rearranging my pieces again. And honestly whatever beautiful version of me comes from this? Well, I’m pretty excited to meet.
I've spent a lot time this week listening to artists like Alannis Morrisette. She was such a staple for the younger, angrier me but I was listening to an interview where someone asked her if she was still angry after all these years. She said yes and I felt her answer to be refreshing in a way. The difference, she said, was that she had a much healthier way of channeling that anger. I thought how beautifully honest. I thought about my early twenties, my mid twenties, hell my entire existence and I think about now. I asked myself the same question. Am I still angry? And the answer is yes. I am absolutely still angry but the way that I would handle it then is way different than I handle it now. I look at my kid, still at the beginning of her life. I feel her anger, understand it completely, and just hope that she figures a way to channel it, too. We do though. We all do. Alannis wrote one very angry song and it labeled her this angry woman but she was simply expressing what we all feel at that particular time. Anger can be poison but it can also be this lovely motivation. Like all powers, it comes with great responsibility.
We learn that as we grow and become who we are. There are days I would like to throw tables at people, curse their names, and say hateful things to make them feel like they make me feel. Younger me? Yeah, I would have done that in a heartbeat but I am so grateful that older me knows better. We all have this rage inside. The world is in such a bad place right now and people lack so much empathy for each other. We're all somehow stunted people who think of only themselves because, well, it's easier to be that way. And all of it stems from the things we do to each other. Someone somewhere at some point in our lives hurt us and now the entire human race has to pay for it. So, we put up these walls and we throw our grenades and we toss judgement around like confetti in a parade because that anger that we are putting out doesn't hurt us, right? It protects us... but it doesn't and we know it. We're all just too broken to admit it. So, we sing these songs of rage when we are young and it becomes an anthem of sorts, pure silly angst that soon we realize has no place in our lives. Yes, the people who hurt us ought to know but then we have to learn to let it go.
My anxiety and depression are a daily thing I battle. Many people over my life hurt me and I carry the effects of them with me still. It's OK because at this point they no longer control me. Still, I hear the "you aren't good enough's" and I feel the hands on my wrists and there is this deep part of me that still feels this unbelievable anger. I once thought this anger was all that I was. I was completely engulfed by pure rage and it was the entire worlds fault. I couldn't let them know enough. Sometimes I get so angry, so unbelievably angry. It's the boil in the bit of my stomach and my head feels fuzzy and I have a hard time breathing. The thing is this rage that wants to take over no longer has that power over me. I understand that these triggers are part of a big insecurity that have nothing to do with what is happening in that moment. That anger is still my soul trying to heal, trying to make sense of the things that hurt so deeply, and I have to allow myself to heal but that doesn't mean I have to let it ruin the beautiful things in my life right now.
Over the last few years, I've looked back at my life and I've understood so much more than I have before. I still don't know shit but it's OK. Am I still angry? Sure but I would much rather focus that energy, that power on making my life better. We can all look back at our younger years and wish we were where we thought we would be but it's dumb. We aren't who we were then, angry or not angry. Life happened the way it did. We can be angry about it, sure, but we also have the ability to adjust, to pivot, to choose to do the work. I will always love listening to Alannis but what people didn't hear was even in her angry song was this lovely vulnerability in her words. If we took to the time to stop being so angry, we would see that we're all just trying to survive. Be angry. There's nothing wrong with feeling these very real feelings. Just remember that behind that anger, it's just a hurt trying to heal. Use that energy to better yourself, not hurt the people around you. Who we are changes and what we thought doesn't always come to fruition but who we become is up to us.
I was standing in a coffee shop the other day. It's not my coffee shop of choice but I was out of creamer and the one I prefer is not on my way to work. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices for the things we love, right? I was standing there, patiently waiting for my coffee while the twelve people behind the counter bustled around. There was an older gentleman standing in front of the barista. I usually pay no attention to the world around me. One of the reasons I don't wear my glasses when I should but I prefer to live in a blur. I couldn't help but to listen to this older man talk to this very young barista. I instantly became very protective of this girl. Maybe it's because I'm a mother and anyone who is younger than me I instinctively put my daughter's face on but this man woke up my maternal instincts. He stood there in front of her, berating her on how to make his coffee properly and then threatening her that he was going to send it back if she did not make it to his standards. My face was contorting. My heart started to beat quickly. And I said louder than I should have, "You pretentious f*ck*". I burned holes in the back of this man's head because I realized he was everything about humanity that I could no longer tolerate. Why do we have to be such dicks to each other? Why do we have to be so entitled and treat others so gross? This gentleman is why I do not like to leave my house.
I realize that I am about halfway through my life. My body does not work the way it once did. My mind tends to wander more than it should. And, quite honestly, napping on the couch sounds like the best time ever. I'm at this strange point in my life where I am shaking my head at these kids being crazy people and looking at these older grumps with my eyes rolling out of my head. I get to remember what it was like to be a dumb 20 year old and tell myself that I will never become that jerk of an old man when I'm super old. In my rage, I stared at that man and I wondered how many people enabled this person to believe that behavior is acceptable? I wanted so badly to make a scene, to tell this man to sit down... but I also understood that it was wasted energy. His behavior wasn't going to change because a stranger told him to cut it out. So, I took note and I left thinking that the entire human race needed a reboot. This man was just one of many.
Maybe it's because I have worked in customer service so long, I am exceptionally sensitive to how people treat other people especially someone behind a counter. Maybe I have experienced so many ugly people in my life that i have finally reached my tolerance level. Any sight of mistreatment makes me go crazy. I have no interest in interacting with the world most days but I have a huge amount of compassion for the world around me. I know it doesn't make any sense but here's the thing. I tend to stay away from people not because I believe they are going to hurt me. They just disappoint so often and I hate being disappointed more than I hate being hurt. So, watching this man, this older man who should know better, treat another person with such belittlement was a disappointment. He should know better. He should know better than to be so unkind to a kid basically whose probably just working this job part time while she goes to school. He should know better and that's what drove me crazy. Part of the reason I dislike customer service so much is because the people you are trying to help tend to treat you like you are nothing, an annoyance to their day, a fly in their coffee. I guess I'm too old to be astonished by this behavior but I feel like I still expect more out of humans. While I have changed and grown and become into my own, my standards for the world have not changed. They are still too high and I guess that's my fault.
I do not wish that gentleman any malice. I hope that one day he wakes up and realizes that he doesn't have to behave that way to find his happiness. And that's the thing. People who behave this way, who yell at baristas or at cashiers or servers, are just angry people. It's just that baristas, cashiers, servers are easy targets. You don't know them. You don't care about them. They mean nothing in the grand scheme of your life... except they mean something to someone and we should remember no matter how old we are that everyone means something. I watched that barista's face and I thought she is somebody's kid, somebody's something. No matter how she makes our coffee, whether perfect or awful, she deserves the same amount of respect you do. And for the love of green apples, dude, if you hate the way this place makes your coffee, stay home!
One day, I will legit be an old lady with a cane. I will sit on my porch and yell at those damn kids to get off my lawn and I will laugh every time I do it, hoping the kids will come back so I can do it all over again. But you know what I'm not going to do? Start treating people like they owe me something. The only thing I managed to do was to not die. I'm not even going to apologize for how morbid that sounds because that's the reality of it. I grew old and that's a beautiful thing and I will be lucky to have lived so much life but that does not give me the right to lose my humanity. We will all grow old one day and instead of becoming nasty to the people around us, let's be an example and be kind. It's not that hard.
This week has been one of my better weeks. My anxiety was very manageable and I didn't feel so stuck in my sadness. I even had moments where I felt like dancing again. I was grateful because it means that I'm figuring the emotional wreck that is me out again. I know it can all fall apart. I'll swing back and forth but as long as I continue to learn how to manage who I am right now, I'm going to be OK.
So, today I didn't want to write about the depression I battle or the anxiety that weighs me down. I wanted to write about how those lights made me feel last night. I feel like we get lost, me especially, in all the things in our lives that are wrong. We hate our jobs. Bills are for the birds. Adulting is overrated. I wanted to take a minute today and tell you what in my life makes me happy. It's a journey and I'm working really hard to figure me out.
I'm thankful that I wake up every morning with the chance to keep learning, to keep improving, to doing the work that will make this life better.
I'm thankful that I was given the chance to be someone's mother though I stumbled along the way. I was granted a love that is so incredibly special and precious.
I'm thankful that I go to sleep every night with my best friend and wake up next to him every morning.
I'm thankful that I have a husband who knows that when I'm sitting in sadness, lets me be and doesn't try to fix it. He may not get it but he understands enough to know this head of mine is not his to fix and it's something I have to work through on my own.
I'm thankful that this same husband understands when I just can't with the world and brings me coffee in bed, not expecting me to leave the confines of our bedroom and is OK with that.
I'm thankful that I have a person in him that lets me be as strange and weird and silly as I want be. He is safe and loving and smiles at me, knowing it's a side of me that I only give him.
I'm thankful for the struggle, for the hardships, for every heartbreak I have had to endure because it has made me strong and will continue to make me strong.
I'm thankful for the people in my life, the ones that have gone and the ones who are here. While I have some mixed emotions lately about this, I understand the lessons they brought and I can embrace the pieces they gave me.
I'm thankful for the two small furry cats that cuddle with me every night and walk on my head in the morning because they are hungry. Their love is pure and honest and warms my heart. Their innocence is a wonderful reminder of how good this world can be.
I'm thankful that I can feel both incredible sadness and joy because these emotions keep me real, keep me honest, and keep these words as true as they can be.
I'm thankful for the gifts that I have been granted and the courage that I have found to share them.
Most of all, I'm thankful that though this world gets me down more than it should some days, I still get back up and keep going.
No matter how many times I have been knocked down, I seem to always keep going. I do what I have to do. For so long, it's been for the people around me. Maybe that's why I've always felt like a stranger to myself but I feel this changing inside me. I still feel like I'm screaming and no one is listening to me but for a long time I couldn't even hear me. I'm tired of screaming so I hear me. I hear me now. I don't have to scream anymore. I can give myself permission to be thankful and I can allow myself to breathe. I don't have to be everything. I can just be me. And, one day, I'll know who that is but I will enjoy this journey along the way and be thankful for every step.