Monday, October 26, 2009

so...

so...this mornings post had really been building up in me for awhile.
had a good doc visit this am...but was unusual for one main reason.
he can't help me anymore.
essentially that's it.
i'm at a point where i'm the only one who can help me.
i've even turned therapy into a crutch.
you see...my problem lately has been inaction.
i've come to define myself as a depressed person.
and because of that...i don't know how else to be.
most specifically i've developed habits (bad ones) that keep me immovable.
what used to be a satiating ritual no longer holds pleasure or even brings contented distraction.
and that includes therapy.
by giving me instruction/homework or things to "work" on...he gives me motivation to act. but its still an outside source...and though its nearly weekly, doesn't linger the way i always wish it did.

anyway...i still love him, he's my psychologist..what can i do? lol
the point being...
the time for action has come.

writing has always made me feel better.
though not nearly as accomplished or fun to read as my friends, right now this is more for me.
hopefully i can follow in their learned footsteps and become a beacon of literary inspiration.
and i'm not even kidding...you're writing has and always will be a source of inspiration.

i'll try and get to the list i mentioned a little later today.

can't sleep

can't sleep...found myself starting to write on facebook, but that's a really bad idea. should probably go ahead and take down at least part of what i wrote already. can't have the folks from work reading too much into what i say...oh, yes dear friends...there are spies on facebook. never have any doubt that big brother is watching and recording what you say, do and/or support.
scary shit, really...but not surprising i guess.
so, like i said...
i can't sleep.
i know its because my lazy ass didn't do a goddamn thing today but sit on the fuckin couch and watch supernatural...but its also because my fucking head won't shut up. it never does.
funny thing is, the less i do...sitting around unproductive, the noisier it gets. you'd think this would kick a girl in the ass and get her into action, wouldn't you?
not me.
am i too stubborn? maybe.
lazy? probably.
scared? a little.
in pain? yes.
full of excuses? holy shit yes!...i'm the queen of excuses lately.

as much as i hate to admit it....i think i'm in another depression.
my mom commented as such...but its true that the signs haven't all been the same.
the big theme right now, though, is inaction.
but, then again...that's been a theme throughout this bought.
i'm at a critical point.
i'm horribly horribly unhappy.
i know what i need to do to fix this.
yet i don't let myself do it.
i try and fall back on old excuses..some of which still work, but most of which are absolute bullshit.
what i have to do is really scary for me, somehow.
i'm full of fear.
fear has never been a part of my depression before.
i think its because i've come so far and done so much work that the things that i have left are the most scary to me...
why are they most scary?
because they go the deepest.
and probably because i'm at the point where i really need to expose myself and reveal what my weaknesses really are and ask for help.
i don't mean mental help, i love my psychologist and all the professionals who've helped me over the years...
i need my friends. i need new friends, old friends...
and i need to reveal myself and ask for help.
i just don't know how.
i'm afraid of burdening them, i'm afraid of driving them away with my pathetic problems while they have families and lives with problems of their own to work through.
i'm afraid that i'll sap all the happiness from a room, but in all honesty...its the time spent with my friends, no matter how long or involved..even just being amongst them, that makes me the most happy..or at least clear-headed and content.
i don't want to bring everyone down with my crying.
i don't know that all of my friends realize that my crying is a reflex. it happens when i talk about something that's frustrating or makes me angry..or thats close to my heart. i don't do it to seek attention or get pity or to have others feel sorry for me.
my friend harry is the only one who gets mad at me. lol.
it does wonders for me thought, it really helps...he just doesn't see what's so bad that it can't be conquered.
its not that he doesn't understand or even empathize..he does...its just his way of making me see that the problems i have aren't one's that I can't tackle.
I'm good enough, i'm smart enough and gosh-darnit people like me! lol

even now part of me doesn't want to publish this post.
it exposes too much.

But you know, I've wondered before if that really is part of my problem.
I don't lay myself all out there. I get mad at feeling alone, but who is it that tucks away parts of herself so as not to gain too much attention? me.
had this whole conversation with my therapist and it was strange to finally see a bit of a root to my problem i've created.
there was a time in my life that i stopped calling attention to myself in my words and deeds because it meant conflict. that's the simplest way to put it.
so, i tucked away my emotions and made being invisible (for lack of a better term) and non-confrontational my job. the way something impacted me wasn't important. the way i felt about a situation, injustic or opinion wasn't important....especially if it conflicted directly with a person or called attention to myself to the point where i'd have to defend a belief or action.
there's a balance between all these things. its good to learn to stand up for yourself and when to acquiesce.
beliefs in general were never a problem...but situations that affected me alone...the way i felt about myself or the way i felt about others...i never said a peep.
even now some of this sounds like excuses...but for lack of a better way to explain it all...
i stopped putting myself first and it became habit.

nowadays...i've worked through alot of the crap.
i've come really far and i can be proud.
but i'm still not happy.
in fact, i feel worse than i have in a very long time.
why?
because, in essence, i'm not happy with myself.
i don't know who i am, in alot of ways.
i've denied myself years of doing the things that i love, the things that made me feel complete...and for what?
i couldn't tell you.
i've tortured myself for absolutely no good reason.
i've lost much of myself.
i feel lost.
but most of all i feel alone.
i know that in many ways i've cut myself off from people.
i've shut down.
now that i've figured so much out, all i have left is....what?

its time for reinvention.
but i'm scared.
to death.
and i know that i can't succeed alone.
i need to reach out and let people in.
i can't be afraid anymore to let people see me.
its only by weeding out those that don't like you that you can find those who'll love you.
can't find anyone if you don't let anyone see.
and most importantly...no one can like you very much when you don't like yourself.
and i don't like myself right now.
at all.

i started a list the other night while sitting at a bar having a drink by myself.
i think i'll post it...kind of a "things mariah is" and "things mariah wants to be"...maybe i'll do a list of likes and dislikes too...that's always illuminating.
sometimes i forget what i like and dislike.
i'm so ingrained in bad, depressing habits...it all become numbing.
well that shit ain't workin no more.
lol
its true.
the things that used to pacify my depression...that i used as excuses and are ingrained as habit...used to work...
they don't anymore.
i see through them.
this is a good thing...and has taken years of hard work on my part.
i'm really fuckin' proud of that.
but back to square one...
its scary.

now i'm just repeating myself.
welcome to my brain.
lol.
as my mom proves in conversation and as i prove in my head..."we really know how to beat a dead horse, don't we kid?"...lol. yeah, momma...i know we do.

time to bury this horse and let the pony have the pasture to frolic.
:)

Thursday, June 25, 2009

emersion

So, i've had this blog for quite some time and haven't really used it for much. So often, when i should've plastered my thoughts and problems on its pages, i've opted for silence. This is mostly because
1. I'm lazy and
2. I'm scared to share that much of myself.

I'm going to attempt to emerge from the self-absorbed haze in which I've lived for so long. I think that airing my feelings/thoughts ectetera may help.

I'm sure that you, my friends who may glance at my writing, know more about me than I realize. You've probably realized how self-absorbed I am for awhile. I've never wanted to admit how very true this is...but its something I'm trying to accept. and to change.

I've not always been this way. In some ways, while moving forward, i must move back in time and rediscover the qualities about myself that i like.

This is not a well-written blog, but i hope to get better as I go along. For most, it'll probably be confusing. But hey..that's my brain, welcome to it.

stay tuned

Friday, March 27, 2009


In Remembrance
Amanda Amos
Words cannot express the loss that the world has experienced with this young woman's passing

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Frisco


I just wanted to share with the people I care about and those who loved him that Frisco is no longer with us. He passed away tonight in his Momma's arms, peaceful and serene. He's once more up and running, pushing open bathroom doors in heaven, embarrassing God while he's on the pot.

lol

That's my boy.


I'll miss him always.


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