tiptoeing through happiness
Posted: September 29th, 2014, 7:38 pm
A month or so ago I said I was going to start attempting to post. Maybe I didn't say attempting. Maybe I implied I was actually going to get up the gusto to really play a part. Get in there and reinstate my membership into the MIHH community. Maybe.
I didn't.
Nevertheless, here I am.
I've had a lot of stress in my life. My stress seems so trivial and first world, but with an attack rate that has kept me cornered for fear of turning my back. I have slowly started falling back into a depression that I haven't felt for years. It terrifies me because I'm unable to take prescription medications. I am a huge advocate of meditation, but there are nights when even meditation is rushed so that I can sleep. Sleep is a sweet mistress and an enemy in disguise.
This summer I have been dealing with writing off a sister because she is toxic, relocating my mum who is in the first stages of dementia, starting a business, dealing with reoccurring back problems and fibromyalgia/chronic pain, fear of loss of my elderly kitty, an 8-year relationship that just is, and grief for all I have yet to do and all I have not done. I'm depressed, isolated, and trying really hard to surface.
In brief, that's where I am at. Writing here is always liberating. It does make me feel better. The community is so amazing and has saved so many people from themselves.
This is my effort today. I love you, guys and gals.
I didn't.
Nevertheless, here I am.
I've had a lot of stress in my life. My stress seems so trivial and first world, but with an attack rate that has kept me cornered for fear of turning my back. I have slowly started falling back into a depression that I haven't felt for years. It terrifies me because I'm unable to take prescription medications. I am a huge advocate of meditation, but there are nights when even meditation is rushed so that I can sleep. Sleep is a sweet mistress and an enemy in disguise.
This summer I have been dealing with writing off a sister because she is toxic, relocating my mum who is in the first stages of dementia, starting a business, dealing with reoccurring back problems and fibromyalgia/chronic pain, fear of loss of my elderly kitty, an 8-year relationship that just is, and grief for all I have yet to do and all I have not done. I'm depressed, isolated, and trying really hard to surface.
In brief, that's where I am at. Writing here is always liberating. It does make me feel better. The community is so amazing and has saved so many people from themselves.
This is my effort today. I love you, guys and gals.