Hope

And so I commit myself to these things time and time again. Even though, I know the odds of what's to come. I will not stop believing, for it is what gives me hope, it is what I long for.

This Too Shall Pass

When I was young, the girl scouts & brownies had a daddy daughter dance every year. One year I got really sick and I couldn't go. I was so upset. And my dad brought me home a Precious Moments figure of a little boy holding a heat that was all broken and bandaged back together and it said " this too shall pass" Been wondering if that should be my next tat.

Dear Drama

Dear Drama,

It seems that for quite some time now you and I have had this love/hate thing going on. I hated having you around, but used you without even realizing it. That's right, I used you. I used you to test people, to see who cared enough about me to respond, or save me from YOU, from the drama. Sometimes, I even created you so that I could later use you. So many of my relationships have been based on how people responded to you drama. Not to me as a person, but you drama. When others in my life did not see you the way I did, I assume that I meant so little to them that they could not be bothered by my crisis. I wanted to be important enough to someone, anyone, that they would drop everything in order to come to my rescue. If they did not, I would create MORE of you, drama, in an attempt to get them to notice. At times becoming so desperate that I would scream, yell, and throw things. Sometimes I would try to bribe people with whatever I thought I had to offer. Often pitting one relationship in my life against another.  When that failed, I turned on myself. Becoming increasingly self destructive until I finally reached the point of no return.

I did not see you clearly. I did not know much I was held captive by you. I would say over and over, how you had no place in my life. I said how I hated you. How I was tired of you. How I did not want you around, but then time and time again I pulled you back into my life. Whipping you into scenario, after scenario, not understanding how much I needed you, or why I needed you. But now, now I see you more clearly than ever before, and I am making a choice to begin using you less and using myself more. I do not need you to make people see me, help me, love me. I need me. More than anything I need me. I need to worry less about being important to other people, and more about being important to myself. I need to stop hiding behind drama, and crises to get people to notice me. I need to be noticed for me, for my talent, my creativity, my sense of humor, my kindness.

That said, drama, I think we have reached the end of the line you and I. I know our paths will continue to cross from time to time, but I can no longer have you as my main coping mechanism. It's just not working any more, and I have to take control of my life now while I still can. I need to take control of my interactions with the people in my life now. We will meet from time to time, and I will not pretend not to know you. I will acknowledge you. I will appreciate the challenge you are bringing to me, and I will use it as an opportunity for growth, instead of a chance to test those who love me. I will make peace with you, and in doing so I will make peace with myself, and with those who love me. That is all.

Laur

Heartbreak

I am angry, and I know I should be, hell I have every right to be. But sometimes when its quiet, and late at night, I remember what brought me there in the first place, and I cry. I cry for what was. I cry for what might have been. I cry for what will never be. It makes it harder, but out allows my heart not to harden, so maybe some day i will be brave enough to share it again.

I Am

HURT

      Broken

                                                                                                   empty

                                               sad
               

              lost

USED

`````````````````unappreciated

UNLOVED

unattractive


unhappy
                                                   BROKEN HEARTED
ANGRY
ashamed

         HYSTERICAL

overwhelmed

                           STUPID

lonely
             

ripped apart

crazy

raw

weak
Forgotten

losingthestars

“She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn’t like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn’t stop, and she didn’t like that at all.” 

  Lost in My Mind>

Out of the Mouths of Babes

This week I learned something so important to me. All this time I have thought of myself a weak. Because of the depression. Because of my failed marriage. Because my current marriage is not very stable. Because of my anxiety. Because I am not always as assertive as I should be. Because I just don't think of myself as the Joan of Arc type, though I wish I were.

Well, this week that changed a little. This week had been really beating me up emotionally, as well as, physically.in the midst of that was my baby girl. My wise beyond her years, little wonder. She spotted me crying and immediately wanted to run to my side. Her grandmother said "your Momma is ok. Sometimes even grown-ups need to cry, but she's ok" and my daughter responded with "but you don't understand, Momma only cries when she is really hurt". At that moment I realized that, not only do I have the sweetest child on the planet, but that in her eyes I am strong. I am strong until I can no longer be strong, and even then I'm strong for a little longer. In her eyes, her Momma was not weak, not clinically depressed, but a strong woman. And if he Momma was crying, it was not for no reason, someone had hurt her.

Wow, what a wonderful feeling to not only feel how much your child loves you, but that she thinks you are strong enough to stand alone most of the time. To feel that to see me cry meant someone or something bad must have happened, because her strong Momma would not cry unless she was really hurt. Made me proud of myself, and proud of her. Out of the mouths of babes, as they say.

Connecticut Shooting

Our society needs to take a long, hard look at how we deal with the mentally ill. They are not "crazy people" on the fringe of society. They have a real illness, that needs real medical treatment. Until we take mental health seriously, and stop stigmatizing those who have it, we will continue to see an increase of violents. Like anyone else with a life threatening illness, the mentally ill need access to quality doctors and medications. Promote health, not stigmas