Initiating Change….

‘Monsters are real, ghosts are real too.  They live inside us and sometimes, they win.’ – Steven King

28th June was my last post, wow, doesn’t time fly past.  I have thought about writing but things have been so so busy that I guess I found ample reasons to not find the time to sit and think about things.  I would use the word excuses if I am honest, I guess.

So, honest I shall be.  Isn’t this the point of what I am doing here? Being honest with myself?

I relapsed.  Looking back on my last post of 28th June, I was struggling, but after writing it out I ended on a high.  I had told the dark demon which is my mind to ‘go fuck himself’.  But who was I kidding?

That’s right.  I kid myself.  I convince myself that I know what I’m doing, and I’ve got it down.

Have I fuck.

My partner, who is now my ex-partner, has spoken (as always) true words to me – ‘you cannot outrun yourself’.  And he is right.  You can’t.  You can’t out run what’s inside.  But I have run.  But, I think and I am hoping, in a good direction.

I met with an old friend about a month and a bit ago and had a bit of a bender.  The next thing I awoke with searing pain in my stomach, no recollection of the last 24 hours, and a petrified partner.

To cut this story short, I remember thinking to myself, while confiding in my friend that I was not happy, that I wanted to turn everything off and point blankly just not continue, that I would do just that.  Selfishly, I went home (after a full 24 hours of being on this bender) and while my partners back was turned, I overdosed on our recreational drug.  Again.

Since this episode, I visited my mother three hours drive away and came to the conclusion that I needed to be there and away from all the shit from my past and easily accessible narcotics and enablers.  This I have now done, and I do feel much more in control and healthier.

My partner and best friend, who is and continues to be my sanity to this day has chastised me, brought me down numerous pegs, and still continued to be my friend and love me through all of this even though I have neglected him, failed to confide in him and now broken away from him to all but abandon him and our friendship.

I guess what I am trying to do here today is get back in touch with some sort of center.  I often feel numb and sad and guilty, which is to be expected after the last couple of months, but I am learning to sit with these feelings and not bury them and self medicate but to feel.

I mean really feel.

Naturally and not through narcotics and drink.

Real, organic feelings from the heart and from my center.  It’s been a very long time since I have felt emotions naturally and if I am honest, been able to recognise what I am feeling and appreciate and understand them, and therefore, understand and thus know myself.

So I have taken myself and set up home (near my mum and younger sister) to be alone and to set up a life made up of my own choices and decisions, a home paid by my own graft, my own responsibilities, and herein, a maturing, self loving, honest reflection of myself.

Here is hoping that I can walk the walk.

 

The Return of Dark Days… Seeking Direction and Outrunning the Shadow.

The Return of Dark Days… Seeking Direction and Outrunning the Shadow..

The Return of Dark Days… Seeking Direction and Outrunning the Shadow.

Zenosyne Confessions

So this is day three of the new antidepressants.

Last night I did not sleep all too well.  I had 15mg on the first day, then was advised to up to 30mg on the second if I could ‘handle it’ and so, second day on 30mg and I feel dark.

The frustration, anger, helplessness and bitterness has returned.

I am unemployed and relying on my new partner to pay for everything.  I am unemployed because so many people are applying for the same type of job as me, I am signed off from the doctor due to stress, depression and anxiety, which I believe is the best thing as I could not handle even the cleaning work I was doing on the side.

My partner has been an angel.  He has ensured I have a roof, my car kept on the road and with petrol, food to eat, my tobacco…

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Words From Dark Days…

Words From Dark Days….

Words From Dark Days…

Dark patches of sticky velvet

Brush yourself off

Thistle burrs catch, slicing delicate hands

Dark gashes lay open

Sticky blood dries in strands.

Strain against pain

Sunlight through fingers

Nerve endings snap

Turn away, turn it off

Safer with shadow and familiar cracks.

Dress in sticky velvet,

Dark plays colours’ shade.

The Return of Dark Days… Seeking Direction and Outrunning the Shadow.

So this is day three of the new antidepressants.

Last night I did not sleep all too well.  I had 15mg on the first day, then was advised to up to 30mg on the second if I could ‘handle it’ and so, second day on 30mg and I feel dark.

The frustration, anger, helplessness and bitterness has returned.

I am unemployed and relying on my new partner to pay for everything.  I am unemployed because so many people are applying for the same type of job as me, I am signed off from the doctor due to stress, depression and anxiety, which I believe is the best thing as I could not handle even the cleaning work I was doing on the side.

My partner has been an angel.  He has ensured I have a roof, my car kept on the road and with petrol, food to eat, my tobacco and cider to help on a day to day basis when he doesn’t even smoke or drink.  I feel awful.

I know I should not moan.  There are people in a lot more worse situations than myself.  But this feeling does not sit well.

I want to say to him, ‘why can’t you sort out your stuff instead of sitting in your dark room, watching manga, surrounded by your dirty and clean clothes, the dishes from two weeks ago, and empty cola bottles and all this rubbish??  Can you not try and be productive, rather than let the after effects of the addiction effect you so much by not sitting in your dark room all day, and try to not let yourself be vulnerable, like I am trying too?? Can you not see there is no food in the cupboards? Can you not remember we still need to/I still need to get the mould paint for the landlady??

This all gets to me.

His behavior towards his surroundings reminds me of living with my father.  My alcoholic father, my emotionally stunted father, my father who once told me ‘if I want to live in shit, I will live in shit.’ My father who has let himself go, who I cannot have a ‘normal’ conversation with, my father who gave me emotional abuse growing up.  *Que daddy issues*

I do washing, I clean, I cook, I tidy and dust, all to help pay my way as I have no income.

I know my annoyances are unjustified.  He provides and I do what I can in return.

I am aware my feelings are to be un-trusted, but I can do nothing to stop them affecting my thoughts.

I must be careful, I must be mindful, I must be better than the creeping ‘Dark Passenger’ who threatens my progress and sanity.

Two weeks is all I have to wait until these pills start to settle down and these untrustworthy reassurances from my shadow will peter out once again and I can feel more of myself that I have tried so hard to pull back together.

He is an angel, this man who found me, who saw me, who saw my potential to be the person I was seeking to find the space for.  I cannot help feel this is unjustified, I am not used to this.

And I am afraid I am still not strong enough to repay the strength and understanding that he has shown me.

However, there is one thing I can be grateful to myself for.  It is that I have the ability to remember…

have the ability to recognize, to acknowledge the past and to remind myself that I do not have to let things repeat themselves, and I can and will be strong enough, to tell this feckless ‘Dark Passenger’, this shadow of mine,

TO GO FUCK HIMSELF.

There are choices one can make on a journey like this.  It may not seem like it at the time, but there are.  Despite how drowning the feelings can be, despite the hatred you may feel for the world, the people in it, and yourself.  It may take you to try and leave the world, to make the ones closest to you cry, to leave you, to hate you, to realize that you want to ask for help and try and make yourself better.  But you will find the choices to choose, if you really want to.

I have chosen to be happy.  To learn to be happy, To allow myself to be happy.

I still feel left out my family, what family members I have anyway, when I see on Facecrap they have had a lovely time doing something and not invited me.  Or when supposed friends fail to seek me out but moan when I do not seek them out.  But I know this is unjustified, because of the way I feel towards myself.

It’s a slow journey.  But I have things to look forward to, camping adventures with my new family, I have little projects I have created for myself, making gifts for people and experimenting with creating for a business idea.

Even though I feel helpless and I don’t even have the money for materials to make any items for my business idea and the fact I have gone bankrupt, there some options.  Like the massage course I have signed up for on the 24+ student finance (once the systems are up and running again, apparently *Que paranoia*).

Babysteps x

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Day After The Night Before…

I slept like a baby last night.  It was a bit of an effort waking up and being coherent but I feel pretty OK, which is a relief.

In the past I was becoming a very light sleeper, I could not settle, I would wake after about 4 hours and I had developed night sweats which were actually quite bad.  This started after I was prescribed very strong antibiotics for PID, and, I have since discovered, because of my self medicating with a certain recreational drug.  But even after the antibiotics finished, the sweats continued.  I was also becoming very detached, my thoughts where spiraling again, and I would question everything.  I have managed to stave off self harming, though.  This is about 5-6 months now, I think.

I guess I had worked myself up a bit about the Mirtazapine (I think I had spelt the name incorrectly in the last post, apologies) antidepressants, which is silly as I have not exactly been on top of late so I should be eager to try something new, however, all of this stuff is pretty scary to be honest.

I remember when I was first on Sertraline 50mg then to 100mg I was full of energy, practically buzzing and hyper.  It wore off after a while and leveled out, as they are meant to, and I started slipping back into the Dark Side.  I still felt like I was on a safer level than before the antidepressants, however, I was self medicating and still breaking down inside, and I had started to self harm.  I upped my own dose from 100mg to 150mg and then again to 200mg.  The doctors did not say much about that, I was moving house during both those times so I guess they couldn’t anyway.

Mirtazapine –

On paper it seems like it could be really helpful for me.  I self medicate too much with alcohol, I use recreational drugs, and at this point, I have not used a certain drug now for two days (another story for another time), although I have been drinking to help with the dependency.  I was a bit concerned that Mirtazapine is a sedative, but I think now that this will probably help with my feelings of restlessness and displacement.  I have also had trouble with concentration and focus, hopefully it will help with this, too.

Which is another reason why I chose to start this blog.  I need to find an outlet and something that will help me channel my energy.  I like to paint and make my own clothes, or little items for people, like electric cigarette cases or purses.  However, I have three or four things that still are not finished and I haven’t picked up a paint brush in months.  Except to paint the house that I have just moved into, which does not quite count.

I believe that everyone needs to have something to work on, to perfect and to look forward to. Something that is just theirs to watch grow beneath their hands.  That something, whatever it may be, breaks the monotony of this everyday life that most of the time is us straining ourselves for some other fracker, and to no real end other than to know that there should, hopefully, be enough at the end of the month to keep the roof over our heads and some tins in the cupboard for our children.

In breaking that monotony, and accomplishing something for ourselves, however slight it may be, keeps that little light inside of us from being fully extinguished.

Time consuming…

This blog making malarkey is a pain in the ass.

It is already 11.30am and all I have been doing this morning, instead of attempting to be an articulate and witty blogger, is try and figure out how this fracking WordPress website works.  All I wanted to do was change the colour of the title banner, and I still haven’t figured out how to do it.

I’m not a huge fan of technology.

Don’t get me wrong I am as competent as the next person, however, I do not like the way that you get sucked into the tech.  Before you know it, 5 hours has gone by and you have only perused through the profile of that person you met in Bristol outside a boutique and talked for an hour about pretzels thus discovering your best friend’s cousin knew someone who went to the same playschool as their best friend’s cousin.

Annoying.

Never Say Can’t…

As they used to say; ‘There is no such word as Can’t’  😉

Jen, 27, was adopted at birth after being born with no legs due to a genetic birth defect.  She was taken in by a family with three sons and they raised her exactly the same… they taught her that there are no limitations.

So, Jen was drawn to sports and despite her disability she excelled in gymnastics.  Jen competed in the Junior Olympics and won a State Championship in tumbling competing against able-bodied people.

At 6 years old Jen idolized American Olympic gymnast Dominique Moceanu, and came to learn later on in life that Dominique was actually her sister.  Whaaa?!?! How about that for a plot twist, haha!

Now Jen works as an acrobat, aerialist and motivational speaker and has toured with Britney Spears, performing acrobat routines.

Jen says: “Although people I’ve just met are always amazed by what I can do, outside of work my friends say they forget that I’m any different.  I use a wheelchair to get around but I feel happiest performing acrobatic feats and hanging from silk threads.  Right now I’m living my dream – traveling the world and connecting with people from all walks of life.  My latest challenge is learning to dance – something I was never sure I’d be able to do.  Working with a professional dancer, I’m choreographing a routine which incorporates my aerialist skills.

We are all born with unique gifts and talents and I want to show people we can use them to change lives.

Finding out my idol was my long lost sister was just the beginning, my life has been about making the impossible, possible.”

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/world-news/gymnast-no-legs-tells-joy-4623666

Best laid plans…

This blog will kind of be like my journal.  I have decided to start this blog because I have a lack of ability when it comes to expressing myself and recognizing my own emotions.  So here I am, hoping that in providing some kind of place for my musings, rants, confessions and apologies I will get to know myself a little better, maybe even start to forgive myself and move on from my past failures in life.

My plan here is to try and be as honest as I can with myself.  In doing so I hope to obtain growth and a sense of emotional maturity and responsibility.  I want to become happy with myself and happy in my life in general, I would like to feel that even if I fail generally at life in some way I can feel satisfied it was a fail in the most purest of senses and not because of some deep seated self-sabotage.

In sharing this blog I am hoping that I might reach others who are also going through some kind of turmoil and searching for understanding within themselves.  Knowing that there are others who can relate on some level and vice versa helps me to see the wood for the trees, and I don’t feel completely alone and detached.  I like the thought that I may be able to impart some insight to others who are just beginning their journey to self discovery, like some surrogate older sister or the auntie you can tell your secrets too because you know your parents would not quite get it.

Well, a bit about me.

The past two years have been a fracking roller coaster.  I don’t really like roller coasters.  I have learnt things about myself and seen sides of myself I did not even know were there or existed or I was capable of, good and bad.  I have lost friends, quit my job, started anti-depressants and had counselling, passed my driving license, met and now building a relationship with my mother and younger sister, worked self employed, left my home and old life (twice), lost (or rather left) someone who I really fracking loved, made new friends and family and found an amazing friend and lover, tried to top myself (twice), I am unemployed, starting new antidepressants (tonight), and I have no idea what is going to be around the corner.

I drink too much, I like to do other things to excess, I am an adventurer, I love food, I am creative, I love animals, I have changed my hair and hair colour too many times to mention in the past two years and will probably continue to do so, and I have about ten tattoos of which 50% are a bit naff.

So, I guess that’s about it for an introduction for now.

I’m looking forward to seeing how I keep up with this and to become part of the blogging community.

Thank you for having a read and feel free to leave any comments etc. I look forward to hearing from you all.

Ttfn 🙂 x